Colors of Home Lyrics
Hardly Accounted For
There was a fire on Sixteenth Street, in the house where the bastard had lied through his teeth. And had left her to a basement full of ashtrays and cats, so she had an abortion or something simple like that. She smelled smoke as she walked from the liquor store, that had learned her name in three days or four. The house was just like wicker as the smoke got thick, with her boxes full of his things where the kittens hid. A quick count of heads showed no one to risk for; they turned the hoses on the roofs of the houses next door. Running up the street with a bag in her hands, she said, "I'm hardly accounted for...."
Gett Up
I'm down for whatever. I toured the worst and thought the choice was forfeit. I'm down for whatever. I'll serve this world to prove I.... I'm down for whatever will get us up above me. One day I'll spring out of form into a new course, into the warmth of all the houses where you were raised and we'll hold our child, already saved forever away.
Without It
Both of us falling. Breath like a secret, you held out of fear. Sweetheart, the lucky are tied to the ground. A wait - a time - alone - a doubt - a thought - a weight - I wrote - a vow - a shred - of truth - a lie - of sorts - without a word.... All over the summer, all fists undone and now just white knuckles. Fingers swollen, the rings wrapped around. And I swear to myself that I'm finally gonna be fair. We repeated-through twice jaded lips I do, I do, I do. I mislead you, but in my defense I've done it sincerely each time. I'm scared, that in my defense, I might need this more than you. I can't live without it. I can't doubt at all. I can't live without it.
Mousetrap
She said, "You want out". I said, "I know now, I know it, but it doesn't make any sense. I spread me all out, expose for a freak. I have to be the petting-zoo for the weak." I guess it's time that I took control of things again. Try to pack the privacy back inside. I guess I'm facing up to the working kind, I hear there's no applause for the pitiful out there, but that's not me; I think I've gotta have a myth to apply to the lie. So I feel free to forge a fraud that'll play to the youth of the world. And this charade is compliments of the mouse and the trap he made. He let me go: that's the catch, cause I couldn't go away. She said, "That's a smile". I said, "Keep it down, I know it, but it doesn't sell anything. Look angry as hell, they clap when I fail. It's annoying but a glutton tries anything". I don't know if the real me wants to leave that trap at all; bring it on mouse, let's take this outside....
Divorceé
I used your empathy to make a brand new suit that I could wrap around me and tailor confidence from my reticence, that I would be like the Divorceé; reminded - you're never gonna get a guarantee. Like the also-rans with their naked hands: too wise for your optimism and naiveté. You gave me your decency and chased behind the beaten, where we could force forgiveness from news that loyalty was the bastard that reminded me that I would be like the Divorceé; reminded that you're never gonna get a guarantee. Like the also-rans with their naked hands: too wise for your optimism and naiveté. Let me have yours.
Serotonin
I was still very young when the serotonin slowed and settled, bilge at the bottom, ignored. Are they listening yet? Are they listening nowadays? This has been way too long, and it's still more than a hole just to patch with pharmacies. Get their kids all primed to seize every sputter of release of synaptic commodities. Aren't they listening yet? Aren't they listening nowadays? How much warmer are the parents of the newest brand of empty flavored kids at all the concerts for the broken boys? I don't need this kid town flash anymore and I don't need this kid town flash anymore and I don't need this kid town flash anymore. (I won't leave without the light on, without the light on)
Grandfather's Left Side
Grandfather's left side is weaker than yesterday. If you'd have called you'd have felt my father's silence. But you never stopped to notice that the quiet things blindside and sting. This simple town has renewed all its confidence. The needle and drink have replaced insecurity. Now our friends all are working at dying and grandfather just wants to stand up. They cut out my rotting, but left the disease. Medicine mocks curing. Syringe to reprieve. And now Grandfather will go no further, and neither will any of us. And Grandmother is broken.... My Father has broken.... Our bodies abandoning Grandfather's left side.
Cops
What if the lights are out, but both their eyes open, no longer touching, no struggle for sheets. In two more hours, they'll still both be freezing, but pride is the winner. She finds he out-did her, he's no longer breathing. So what if the cops were wrong? Silence is fighting. Ten years are long enough; ten years are plenty. New comfort serves now as a confederate to make her confess. He needs to know. He pries again angry. She cries again, "Maybe its nothing I did." So what if the cops were wrong? Silence is fighting.
Kathleen
Jenny, raise Kathleen in the eyes of God; that way you'll take comfort when I fail her. 'Cause I'm not the kind to try to teach The Fella's Word. Last week I mailed some cards I guess you couldn't read. But the truth is I could use this pressure.... Entertaining kids shooting up at clubs is no way to spend the night I turn twenty-nine. So far we've made a whole lotta graves. And I don't have the strength to dig all those holes. But the truth is I could use that pressure. Jenny, make sure he's keeping up his vows; that way he'll have something when he falls apart. I never seem to catch the three of you at once from those pay phones I can't hear shit on anyway. But the truth is he could use some pressure.... And the lamb lies with the lion I've learned for sure. But the lion lies to the lamb every time.
Prying
I know it makes sense, but you can't understand: I'm not alone, but I'm lonely. How can the months slip through homes with no words? I'd ask how it feels, but that's prying. Pack the ice on the hurt this chill heals, I'm not around when you need me. And I'm trying.
Kill Creek is Scott Born, Matthew Gilhousen, Patrick Grassy, Rick Gray, Ron Hayes and Ed Rose.
Colors of Home was performed by Scott Born, Nathan Ellis, Tawni Freeland, Matthew Gilhousen, Patrick Grassy, Rick Gray, Ron Hayes, Stacy Hilt, Tommy Johnson, Ed Rose, and Julie Shields. Colors of Home was recorded by Ed at Red House Recording Studio and by Scott at his home. (c) 2001 Poncho and Boot (BMI).
