LYRICS - GET WELL SOON

Fuck the Party

i packed my bags
everything that i own
and by the time you read these lines, i'll be gone
'cause all these words, they ain't what i mean
they're just some lines that i'm here telling to some machine.

and i owe my soul to the company store
i owe these sheets from the bed that i'm tying into a rope
it cuts a path and throws a shadow
and leaves a bruise on my chest where i've held it much too close.

and you flood my heart in such a way
damn thing was hollow before you came
sometimes i think this life is like some kind of trick bouquet
you think there's nothing, then it goes off in your face.

fuck the party. fuck getting it moving.
fuck all those good times that we all thought we deserved
i owe my soul to this town
and we've got nothing but a hole since we put our shovels down

and you flood my heart in such a way
this congestion might cause the thing to fail
and you cause a state that the poor thing just can't take
there's no room for blood since you got in the way.

Civil War

This town is all gray
And we're all blue
And there ain't no one up in front to tell us what to do
You see the thing about the future is,
It's at least exaggerated, and it may be a myth.

If it's a gift, like they say it is
Well, it must be like the ones your grandmother gives
You know the kind, where the thought is nice
But you have no idea what to do with

This place is like a civil war infirmary
It's more butcher block than surgery
And the best we've yet to find
Are cross-cut saws and irons to cauterize

One of these nights on the fourth of July
A careless fireworks display will set our town alight
Every wood frame house in our neighborhood
Will go to heaven, or wherever houses go when they've been good

So shut your eyes, take a deep breath too
And son, bite down on this, it'll all be over soon
We've got miles of meat and blood and bone to get through
This place is like a civil war infirmary

It's more butcher block than surgery
And the best we've yet to find
Are cross-cut saws and irons to cauterize

Save us from the doctor's steady hand
Deliver us from kindness practiced by our fellow man
Spare us all these bandages and shame
And no more speeches over our remains

Thank you all for coming out to the show
My muscles quake as if forced by electrodes
And you're all here to see the thing take place
We should sell photographs and commemorative plates.

A Sense of Place

There's a kind of a fight between fields and steel
It's like right in the middle of the street
Spilled out from the bar for us all to see
If there were anyone around here but me
And I think the steel has it
Because I'm in a train, and I'm speeding past it

Ladies and gentlemen, aren't we all lucky
To have such things as memories?
They help us like some kind of autopsy
They help like a defibrillation machine

I'm from a place where we tear down whatever we can't remember
And I can't remember why, but it seemed to make sense at the time...
Where I'm from, we remember everything forever
And I'll be damned if I understand that any better
It's troublesome as stone to me

Ladies and gentlemen, aren't we all lucky
To have such things as particle board
And meat and blood and bone
And things not so troublesome as stone?

I feel like shit, but you know what they say -
Remember, it won't always be this way
And I feel just great, but you know what they say -
Remember, it won't always be this way.

Bible Black

The bottom of my heart and the top of my lungs
Fall in a line if you look inside
At the way my chest is hung
And the map you made when my chest was splayed
It was exact so as to navigate a spice trade

Bible black or plain as day
What is that? What do we mean when we say
Bible black or pinstriped with daylight
What does all that mean anyway?

There ain't nothing behind me
Nothing up my sleeves
There's barely anything anywhere,
There's barely room to breathe
Life's too short or too damn long
This life is wine and roses, this life's a song

Bible black or plain as day
What is that? What do we mean when we say
Bible black or pinstriped with daylight
What does all that mean anyway?

These crooked lines make a crooked map of me
It's the only way I've found to make this place a memory
Life's too short, or too damn long
This life is trouble, and so's this song.

The Fire

I lost everything in the fire,
And I mean everything
The flames were hot and red as the blood was in my head
People say you could see the blaze for miles
It's winter everywhere in the world
And it's cold, but I'm warm with medicine
Now the flames are gone, but they left this song
In marks all over my skin

My cup runs full with all I ask it
It's almost pornographic
It's almost too much for a body to take.

Out there, in the world, it's murder
It's all murder, I say.
And no one stays in one fucking place these days

And the jet plane
Has revolutionized heartache
It's a marvel of the age in which we live.

Down, Down

The two of us are useful, like wood to a fire
Or more like the oil that an engine requires
And this hole where my bones go,
It cries out for ink
And my bones, my bones tell me terrible things

The blade went down with a sharp, soft sound
And the ground opened up
And then went down, down, down

The first shot came from the back, but didn't hit
And it filled me with a dread
That made me wish that it did
The first shot came from the back, but didn't hit
And it filled me with a dread
That made me wish that it did
The blade went down with a sharp, soft sound

And the ground opened up
And then went down, down, down

Get Well Soon

I've got a sadness I can't outrun or out-think.
I've got a sadness that's much, much smarter than me.
This life's no movie, unless it's a bad one -
The dialogue is weak, and it's cruel, and it's maudlin.
The effects are okay, but the story is not.
The writer should be drug out and shot.

Guess I'll forget everything I though I knew.
My head is sick - I hope it gets well soon.

This machine will climb into the sky
and I'm a kind of gone we haven't even yet defined.
And the crying throat of the earth below
will very soon be choked with snow.
And in that quiet, maybe we can all get some sleep
and keep ourselves from getting too sick.
This song is not about what you think it is.

Guess I'll forget everything I thought I knew.
This song is sick - I hope it
The world is sick - I hope it
My heart is sick - I hope it
gets well soon.