We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

smalltalk

by Furrows

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $4.99 USD  or more

     

1.
let's start writing magazines in a language no one reads did you hear what the man on the street said he kept yelling "speech is dead" save your bread you've been fumbling with buttons on a coat that does not fit oh the insider cider, you should take a drink before it all ends up spilt Shake my hand its kind of buzzing Shake my head its kind of fuzzy oh you can't hang your integrity on your wall to show all your friends you've always been an impressive sort with a dressed down common sense careful with your ideals they aren't as priceless as you'd think even the best kind of captain can cause this boat to sink (chorus) don't get caught in the scene the scene of the crime the crime of the century someone cue my lines oh cue my lines make us a novel a movie of the week lifestyles of the wrecked and desperate working title like schoolgirls in heat (chorus)
2.
Radio 03:19
I spent years being pissed off guess its my turn to be pissed on won't you play me on your radio play me on your headphones but i doubt it hey, i doubt it wearing holes in my converse circumnavigating logic trying to say what you want to hear trying hard just to fall in line let's all buy in let's all buy in hey, let's all buy in you wear your references like armor your disdain is a pack of smokes killing rock n roll with your pen hell, your favorite bands don't even exist let's all buy it let's all buy it hey, let's all buy it
3.
Grandfathered in Grandfathered out Give it twenty years and no one's gonna care what we were talking about Mechanical Failure Some chords and some words The clock on the wall has been keeping score chorus: There's a party after the show What will be said if we don't go Rock n Roll will never fade away As long as the kids have something to say The crows started singing Writing their songs Leaving traces of stories from my face to the floor Ragged and ripped-off Worn down from the ride Trying to sell what no one's even buying
4.
Seven 05:39
Bite your tongue We're strung along They love you best when you're a mess baby come on They love you more when you're a whore so come on Unsatisfied Along for the ride You never knew, in your youth, the driver was blind You never knew, in your youth, the driver was blind Capsize! Capsize! Been shivering for weeks now trying to shrug off the tease But its better than keeping company with a bevy of thieves Its better than keeping company with a bevy of thieves Flares and Guns Sulphur in each one Choking on the soiled bone, so come on Choking down the last round, baby come on Capsize! Capsize! Been shrugging for weeks now trying to shake off the tease but its better than keeping company with a bevy of thieves its better than keeping company with a bevy of thieves Gasoline Oh so clean Swallow it down, its part of the scene, baby come on Swallow it down, its part of the scene, baby come on
5.
I build houses I don't build no roof I spend all day face up begging reproof I bash my fingers like ten penny nails You know it don't hurt no more And I'm no longer frail Cause I build what keeps the world out but allows the heavens in Like sheets lying still that never fit the bed never fit the bed never fit the bed I build houses I don't build no roof I spend all night face up begging reproof If you ask the right questions you'll never be wrong If you keep the wrong company you'll never be alone
6.
Art Song 03:43
You've got a way of showing what you're made of in time everyone will see it wasn't a lack of try it was quite simply the times that rubbed you raw exposed on the wall you'll never crawl back to the place that you left so long ago you'd throw up your fists if you could just keep them still there is no theme song chorus: swallow it down just to toss it right back up you never told anyone who you were no orchestral sway no conductor leading you one way doubt never felt so lovely or so pure Down Down Down follow us on down at least on the bottom you can rest your head
7.
Oh sweet rock n roll You used to know how it felt to be me You, you're like a running start Just a little spark something I once had I'm so tired of people sitting in this room They're like salting a wound A fucking pat on the back Noise, its just a little buzz Feedback comes in waves C'mon, C'mon and give me cause chorus: Waving like mad Bashing my fingers in wondering where this whole thing started Wondering where it all will end Say, do you know my name Do you play me songs so loud that your ears begin to bleed Stay, stay away from me and don't feed me lines about a passing prime One day I'm gonna burn this whole place down and we will dance and scream and wipe ashes on our jeans Sing, sing until it hurts it will splinter walls cause the fakers to run (chorus)
8.
I tried to call you this morning but you probably didn't hear Honey, they're tired of you You lived so long in the gray space that they sold you in black and white now you can't even afford to read the reviews here's the news its called being used here's the truth its called the blues you were a tape hiss afternoon those blankets have become your cocoon i wish you would open up your blinds you were the one who always jumped the gun you know we weren't the waiting kind no we weren't the waiting kind I took the medals from your desk, the ones you won't miss It was the only thing left to save Left a cigarette burning on the table by the door as I left Here's to hoping you just don't wake up
9.
Briers 03:51
With these hands, I will change who I am With this voice, I will strike them all down This world is grown over in briars Blown speakers and burned out wires They had it wrong when they tried to change the world How can anyone fix others when who they are keep comes coming unfurled Weep weep for passing youth and don't expect them to tell the truth Are they coming are they coming for me Gonna lift me in arms so high, you'll see With horns blasting in song voices so loud and so wrong They'll carry me to the sea and let me go I won't come home And once I drowned in the streamers and fair No worries and no bullshit cares To the noise we all played along like children who knew no wrong Innocent and tender like the way we used to be

about

Recorded over a year and a half at various houses and at Sneaky B Studios in JXN, MS.

credits

released January 25, 2013

Produced, written and played by Furrows
Mixed and Mastered by Casey Combest at Blue Sky Studios

license

tags

about

Furrows Jackson, Mississippi

contact / help

Contact Furrows

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Furrows, you may also like: