1. |
Prelude (From an Island)
03:07
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Are we, are we
Are we out of luck?
Are we, are we
Are we out of touch?
Are we eating sour meals?
Did we, did we
Did we take our time
At the border line
And muddle wetted heals?
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2. |
San Diego
03:24
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I want to be
In San Diego
Tell me, what's it like?
I want to see
The end of Cabrillo
It would be
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
We're stuck inside
What constitutes "alive"?
Space
You could call your friends
And shower love on them
It would be
I tell you, it would be
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
So nice
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3. |
Flowers
04:20
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Doggy in the water
Can you stand up tall?
Hind legs, lesser pressure,
It’ll break your fall
Come on back to papa
On the return call
Anywhere you are
Are you still my dog?
Sitting in the water
As a punishment
And sitting to your leisure
Are so different
Salty, jellyfish-y
Got sand in my pants
Forming to my feet
Alley ocean free
You only see yourself
And nobody else
Pretty pink petunias
In an open bed
Took over your yard
And now your daisies are dead
Filler for your time
And clutter for your head
Gives you things to do
Here’s a flower for you
You only see yourself and nobody else
Flowers on the altar
Flowers for you
Flowers underwater
Flowers are for virtue
Flowers on the altar
Flowers for you
Flowers underwater
Flowers are for virtue
I’ll raise the tide
Thinking about my life
I’ll raise the tide
Thinking about my life
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4. |
Funny Guy
02:40
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Out all night
On the bow
You said,
“I really like a lot of your jokes right now.”
We’ll stay up
Until I
Can see
I’ve hit your funny bone from every side
You say that I’m
You say that I’m
You say that I’m
A funny guy
A funny guy
I’ll pretend
I’m some kind
Of some chubby little fish
And you’ll just die
And then I’ll stand up
While you stay seated
And I’ll act like the most
Glorious pirate we’ve ever seen
You say that I’m
You say that I’m
You say that I’m
A funny guy
A funny guy
A funny kind of guy
A funny kind of guy
A funny guy
I aim to please
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5. |
Whale's Call
04:01
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I wrote "I hope you don't choke,
You don't know that I broke your phone."
It's not rain
Until you call it.
Why erase the chase
We alone calculated on the waste-paper?
Twisted
Can you see it?
Do you see it changing?
Do you see the colors
Melting and rearranging?
Are you scared?
I'm not scared.
I don't think I am.
No, no, no, no ,no, no...
Wait
Never-mind
I thought I heard a buzz
It's okay, it's just because
I thought I had enough
But I got an old familiar taste
In my mouth
That's the one
You’re getting warmer
It’s on the edge
My vision’s blurry
I’m on the edge
I hear the whale’s call
Whale’s call
Whale’s call
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6. |
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All my friends
Are either dead or dying
Oh dear lord,
Won’t you forgive me for trying
A way
A way
I saw the boat
Was sinking under the tide
When I looked back
I saw it was about to spiral
Away
Away
This silly dream
Is disturbing my slumber
When I awoke
I saw I was under
A cloud
A cloud
Away
Away
All my friends
Are either dead or
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7. |
Terrestrials
02:52
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Tame as dirt
Under air
Pressured air
With a
Dark cloud pushing down
Modeling
Technology
With a
Bad application
At best, it's wasted time
But time's alive
And lives don't idle
Please, don't idolize
Terrestrials
Swam to the dirt
An alien gardener
Pushing on the dirt
To help it give
At best, it's wasted time
But time's alive
And lives don't idle
Please, don't
At worst, it's infected tide
With fatal fungicide
But dirt won't die
Only what's inside
Terrestrials
Terrestrials
Terrestrials
Terrestrials
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8. |
A House
03:36
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We are the cells accumulating you
Some to stay, some migratory too
We move your legs and operate your arms
Behind your lips, we give your voice its charm
We are a house that holds community
We are a harbor for democracy
We are the sum of all the working parts
We are the sound of a beating, bleeding heart
Unhappy head, an empty stomach
So we begin a collective arithmetic
We calculate you need some sunshine
We move your legs and take you outside
And pick a tangerine
We really that dress looks nice on you
We think it’d be nice if we wore it too
Behold the grace, behold the glory
We hold the space, we hold the morning
That rises up upon our waking hearts
Behold the flame, behold the sacred spark
Behold the grace, behold the glory
We hold the space, we hold the morning
That rises up upon our waking hearts
Behold the flame, behold the sacred spark
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9. |
Sun Goes Down
05:03
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Shall we dress up
To reflect our hunger?
Are you afraid of the ground
After the sun goes down?
When the sun goes down
Take off your shoes
Soften your face
The hunt is easier
Upon their holiday
After the sun goes down
We set off
After the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
Does the bush exist in the shadow?
When it can't be seen
Why hide in-between?
But I hear its rustling all the better
After the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
After the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
After the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
We set off
Sun goes down
Sun goes down
Sun goes down
Sun goes down
Sun goes down
Sun goes down
Sun goes down
Sun goes
I mourn the cry of the hunted
And chase them in their slumber
Aren't we the rescue branch
Who hunts when the sun goes down?
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10. |
Ulysses
06:25
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In a desert, walking
You run away
To a sheltered garden,
A softer stay
Innocent, unguarded
A liable prey
In a sense, I’m hardened
I’ve lost my way
Ay
What you’d give up
You give up
You give up now
You give up now
You give up now
What you’d give up
You give up
You give up now
You give up now
You give up
Now
I really don’t care, do you?
I really don’t care, do you?
I really don’t care
No, I really don’t care
I really don’t care, do you?
Ulysses, out walking
Took you away
To be seen, not talking
Inside a cage
Ay
I really don’t care, do you?
I really don’t care, do you?
I really don’t care
No, I really don’t care
I really don’t care, do you?
What’s that bring up
That bring up
That bring up now?
What’s that bringin’ up now?
That bring up now?
What’s that bring up
That bring up
That bring up now?
What’s that bringin’ up now?
That bring up
Now?
I really don’t care, do you?
I really don’t care, do you?
I really don’t care
No, I really don’t care
(Don’t give up now)
I don’t care
(Don’t give up)
Now
Ah
Ah
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
Do you find it in your heart?
Or in your head?
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
Do you find it in your heart?
Or in your head?
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11. |
Driver
07:09
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All your lives
You had wrapped around your finger
This time
Something pulled the string
Simply endowed
With a loss you hadn’t figured
You lost a thought
You haven’t lost a thing
But you’re gone
Now it’s starting to fade
What you took away
From all those here before you
It’s all clay
With a plastic inlay
Who’s that don
Who brings the dawning a finger
Pricked with blood,
Blood we all drank?
The driver of the car sits still
The passenger remarks until
They’ve seen enough, they’re bright, they’re brittle
The car can drive itself, just hold the wheel
We’re on tracks we can’t go off
We’re going where we’re going soon enough
We all crawled from the water onto the land
We’ll keep crawling until we find the other end
Or until the ground gives out
We’re on tracks we can’t go off
We’re going where we’re going soon enough
We all crawled from the water onto the land
We’ll keep crawling until we find its end
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Contemporary Adult Los Angeles, California
Contemporary Adult is the new musical alias of Los Angeles-based singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist Zach Farr (formerly of Mani, Atria). Their sound is filled with intricate layers of rhythm and harmonic texture, delivering a haunting spirit of bright eyed melancholy wrapped in a joyfully hopeful container. ... more
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