Lyrics appear in this order: LOVE IS A LONG COMMUTE, YOUR GIRL, UNDERTOW, GRAYSCALE RAINBOW, GEORGE CARLIN SUNDAY, DEAD STAR, FULL SPEED RED

Love is a Long Commute

I don’t mind a long commute/ to a world I promise me to/ with ten thousand landings/ and stained glass understandings

I predict rain on my parade/ and soften blows by forecasting pain/—as if it were up to my brain./ As if *this* were up to my brain.

Love’s a long commute—love is what it moves

Love is a Long Commute

Loves what it moves, Love is what it moves

Love is a Long Commute

I don’t mind a long commute to a world I live in with you ‘ cause I want to come home to you. I just want to come home to you.

Love’s a long commute— love is what it moves.

Love is a long commute

Loves what it moves, Love is what it moves

Love is a Long Commute

Your Girl: You’re an open palm, I’m just one condolence. I won’t be here long to trace your silhouette. I’m no stoked fire calm ‘cause someone named me wrong (and I can’t be that one) No, I cannot be one. This land is far too fertile. All my tropes turn me purple. Am I a clown? Boy, can you get me down? Am I a clown, now? The people in the room— so fancy, fly, and cool, but I cannot be swooned. No, I cannot be swooned [by anyone, but least of all by myself.] This land is far too fertile. All my tropes turn me purple. Am I a clown? Boy, can you get me down? Am I a clown, now? I’m going down in circles. All my tropes turn me purple. Am I a clown? Boy, can you get me down? Am I a clown, now?

UNDERTOW

White shoes walking

through puddles at night

The sea sure glistens

If you see it right

My sharks and silver thoughts fly

Like angels on a watery sky

Heaven’s heavy

And ours won’t float

We met it half-way undertow

Folded lungs like wings

And swam ‘til our eyes couldn’t see

At the peak of rosy, hit a mud ceiling

Water weighs a ton.

And I hold that thought with all I’ve got

In a lucid riptide quiet—

Like Oooh, is there air for me?

Is there air, there air for me?

Is there air, there air for me?

A hound dog cries

And a sea dog swims

I’m adrift in a salty hymn

That boils the marrow

In my bones

Just the thought of you 

at the bottom alone

At the peak of rosy, hit a mud ceiling

Water weighs a ton.

And I hold that thought with all I’ve got

In a lucid riptide quiet—

Like Oooh, is there air for me?

Is there air, there air for me?

Is there air, there air for me?

GRAYSCALE RAINBOW: Grayscale Rainbow, scavenger, how do you rest

Eave to eave, doing your best.

I know a dirty queen got me to soar, ashes and calluses up off the floor.

Oo-oo-oo-ooh Oo-oo-oo-ooh

Grayscale Rainbow, scavenger, how do I rest

Eave to eave, doing my best.

I know a dirty queen got me to soar, ashes and calluses up off the floor.

 Oo-oo-oo-ooh, Oo-oo-oo-ooh

 (bridge)

Oo-oo-oo-ooh, Oo-oo-oo-ooh, Oo-oo-oo-ooh

GEORGE CARLIN SUNDAY

Heat mirages on the road,

All around us, melting snow.

My head is resting on your lap

And I am so happy that I cannot nap.

So much I know, so much I don’t

Goodbye, my love.

It’s the one thing I’m uncertain of.

George Carlin Sunday, one time you said

That life was a party you got to after they all left.

So much I know, so much I don’t

Goodbye, my love.

It’s the one thing I’m uncertain of.

George Carlin Sunday, one time you said

That life was a party you got to after they all left.

So much I know

So much I don’t

Goodbye my love

It’s the one thing

I’m uncertain of.

Dead Star: She’s a dead star, always a homie, never cuts out, she just unfolds me. Never looked twice at the tail end, she has a silent straight-ahead. She’s the reverb and she’s the glitter, she’s been forever your heavy hitter. A constellation of her sisters magnifies her light.

Ooh Aah Ooh Aah

Ooh Aah Ooh Aah

And I’m a dead star, exploded way back. I don’t remember how I did that. But now I’m out here finding my way through, flying blind with you. 

Ooh Aah Ooh Aah

Ooh Aah Ooh Aah

I’m a dead star. I wish I knew it. Tried to go backwards, tried to undo it. At least I’m out here feeling my way through and wound up next to you.

Ooh Aah Ooh Aah

Ooh Aah Ooh Aah

FULL SPEED RED

co-written by Weeper + Zack Kardon of Southern Pine

I see clearer through smoke and mirrors

Full speed red on a foggy night

With no headlights. A silent score

Moonlight dusting, eyes adjusting

Round the bend, I might be infinite

Golden day cassette

On the floor

And I hear myself like I’m someone else

Is there something there

Should I be more scared to collide?

Daytime hoarder, coffee pourer,

Lay awake in the bed I made

As I speed away

Out of sight, out of mind.

And I see myself like I’m someone else

Is there something there?

Should I be more scared to collide?