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Live at Coffee House

by UT Kirin

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1.
Jennifer 03:09
Fill a void, this hollowed crevice has been haunting me I’ve been mistaken far too many times to justify this very Feeling of such self-assured elation and despondency But run with me, I’ve got another headwind heading east across a sea She sees a summer coming, rushing on a raging river Everything’s in swing and she is ready to break all the tethers But I’ve been making strings out of my heart and hoping that they’ll weather And I’ve been making echos in the dark but they all come back shattered So now I’m swallowed up, engulfs me and I can’t go back Your eyes have told me truths that cut me sharper than the white and black These mirror images reflect a trail that is long and wound You’re waiting on the other end to tell me now that I’ve been found I can show you all the colors you thought lied too far past The ultraviolet spectrum’s meaningless when we are fast Approaching all the things you thought you left behind when you were young But now the clock is ticking so I’m asking if you if you will run and Keep calm and carry on, I’ve tried but I can’t hide no more This anxious feeling hits like an insomniac whose eyes are sore And I’ve been told to keep it under wraps but I just can’t ignore The sound of either St. Peter or Hades knocking at me door and I’m writing math down in a notebook but I’m thinking Of a girl who likes to write about the things she thinks are trifling But I know that they mean more cause I can hear it when she’s singing Write a life down in the key of C and send your mind of reeling I can drive you to the places you have never been to Drop your life behind and let the steering wheel guide you If I’m a flame I’ve been rekindled and right now I’m burning blue So now I’m asking if I might light a fire inside of you So fill a void, this hollowed crevice has been haunting me I’ve been mistaken far too many times to justify this very Feeling of such self-assured elation and despondency But run with me, I’ve got another headwind heading east across a sea
2.
Lion Tamer 03:33
Did you see the crowd today, it was giant They’re waiting outside for him now Coulda filled a house today without trying Tell them he’s coming right out Did you see the way he whipped him today His eyes were Medusa, that lion was grey And I guess that’s all that there is to say Now where’s he gone off to, these people won’t stay And somewhere that lion tamer He knows there’s no fear greater Than telling the world that lion’s declawed Than telling the world that they’ve got it all wrong Than knowing his life would be riddled with shame Than being a beast that’s trapped in a cage Get some sleep, we’ve got a show in the morning Tell me is your back okay I know I got you with the stool without warning I shouldn’t have got in your way When you roar at me, I know it’s not you They give you poison and deprive you of food So that you’ll do just what they want you to do I swear, I promise, I’ll get you out soon And somewhere that lion tamer He knows there’s no fear greater Than telling the world that lion’s declawed Than telling the world that they’ve got it all wrong Than knowing his life would be riddled with shame Than being a beast that’s trapped in a cage I want to open the cages I want to let you go raging on And bite off the hand that forced you this life And bite of the hand that fed you the knife But all I know is how to go on Being afraid and praying that I’m wrong
3.
Sophomores 03:53
All the sophomores are abustle, the autumn wind knows no one’s company today A piece of Northface fights the fray while all the DJs start to play And I would hustle if that set is due at eight A red river lines the trail, your run is littered by a pack of little leaves And while you wait you have to plead yourself to not go home with reasons how You sailed through another month with B’s I’ve been carving pictures Spitting out the seeds in lectures Keeping time with all your problems Wishing that you’d fucking solve them Skip the weekend go to Boston Missing out on Friday’s frolic seems Like a good trade to me but you don’t agree and There’s a line that runs out this door to all the Opportunities and broken-spirit-makers You’re a casualty of what’s become expected Four years of fucking up, let’s drink until we’re reckless There’s that girl you’re always seeing, she looks so shy in this dimly lit facade But it’s so loud you wander till she’s gone, just traces left of goldenrod It’s freeing but depressing all along And all your friends have got their shit shows, the only remedy’s a dusty stack of books But while you’re buried in those scenic hooks, you’ll just about avoid the looks From all the chances that you never took Dress the room up nicely Have all the drinks been put on ice yet A crawl was stopping through on seventh I was thinking maybe Neon Indian To a night we won’t remember So why does this seem so familiar now A thousand times before so what’s one more There’s a line that runs out this door to all the Opportunities and broken-spirit-makers You’re a casualty of what’s become expected Four years of fucking up, let’s drink until we’re reckless There’s a line that runs out this door to all the Opportunities and broken-spirit-makers You’re a casualty of what’s become expected Four years of fucking up, let’s drink until we’re reckless It’s been far too long, we really need to talk When we were so naive, she thought we both were so cool I remember once when I was so much younger This all seemed so enchanting, what’s happened to my hunger There’s a line that runs out this door to all the Opportunities and broken-spirit-makers I’m a casualty of what’s become expected Four years of fucking up, let’s drink until we’re reckless
4.
Werewolf 03:09
There’s better things to do than lie here for hours And talk about nothing, and open the windows And sit on the roof making faces at strangers And hoping you’ll leave before I have to make you I’m writing a novel, I’m writing a story You talk about things that you think are important You think that your shit sounds so heavy, but really You make it that way so that you have a reason To tell me, when I ask you why are you so scared And why do you care so much There’s nothing between us, there’s no depth to climb from I’m hoping you’ll see There’s not battle beneath us, but I can’t kick my appetite, kicking myself again Shooting down bad rum and feeling a nice vibe It’s almost enough to fool myself into Telling you that you’re a good one and taking you All of the places I know won’t be good for you Tell me one more of your secrets, please I’m the only one who understands everything And yes, of course I have told you all of my Deepest and darkest and shamelessly cried lies I’ll never, I’ll never find someone Good enough for my selfish expectations Of some sweet young maiden, from far off, who knows what I mean when I say that nothing excites me Who knows what I mean when I say that I’m empty Go fuck the others they’ll be happy to see you They know that you’re hurting, they think that I’m seething They think I’m a werewolf, they think I’m a vampire They think I’m a monster, I am, why is that wrong Come back to the mountain, that’s where I’ll be waiting I wish I was eighteen, I wish I was happy I wish I was anything but what I told you I wanted from life, all I want is
5.
The only girl I've ever loved Was born with roses in her eyes But then they buried her alive One evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she's a little boy in Spain Playing pianos filled with flames On empty rings around the sun All sing to say my dream has come But now we must pick up every piece Of the life we used to love Just to keep ourselves At least enough to carry on And now we ride the circus wheel With your dark brother wrapped in white Says it was good to be alive But now he rides a comet's flame And won't be coming back again The Earth looks better from a star That's right above from where you are He didn't mean to make you cry With sparks that ring and bullets fly On empty rings around your heart The world just screams and falls apart But now we must pick up every piece Of the life we used to love Just to keep ourselves At least enough to carry on And here's where your mother sleeps And here is the room where your brothers were born Indentations in the sheets Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore And it's so sad to see the world agree That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes Sweet communist, the communist daughter Standing on the sea-weed water Semen stains the mountaintops Semen stains the mountaintops With coca leaves along the border Sweetness swings from every corner Cars careening from the clouds The bridges burst and twist around And wanting something warm and moving Bend towards herself, the soothing Proves that she must still exist She moves herself about her fist Sweet communist, the communist daughter Standing on the sea-weed water Semen stains the mountaintops Semen stains the mountaintops
6.
When We Left 03:42
She said I’ve got an idea Lets go into the city Lets go do some acid let’s see what might happen And she’s making it real the words on the page The words that I wrote down, the words that she loved That she loved She doesn’t like cider She doesn’t like coffee She only likes smoking and making me think that She wants me she doesn’t Come on kid stop putting Her name in your songs and her eyes in your memories And she’s managed to find A whole lot of acceptance Fom thinking she’ll always have daydreams while miming Correctness it’s breaking Her patience is fraying She hates all the rules and others she hates them she hates them And I’ve got an idea I’m gonna fill the space of our memories With new ones Because I can’t bear to think about them As I become certain that no one I meet will be you But I’ve got people I lie to And tell them I love them While hoping their face becomes yours in the nighttime And sometimes I can’t quite Remember your voice Or your smile or your laugh or the way that you stared Out the window while thinking With something so gripping A moment I’d hold if I could without feeling And slipping and now I’m a senior I’m cracking I’m old and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it But she used to like driving And picking the playlist And asking where were we and how long Until when we’ve made it Unaided by drugs just the fear Of growing right into the ground we were raised in And I’d stay in my head And you’d slay the silence But that was alright cause we both knew that words couldn’t Hide us from fleeing Or journeys depending On how brave we felt when we left when we left but I still don’t know when we left
7.
She holds a cigarette because she likes the way it makes her look When landscape’s steaming by and windows paint a picture like a book Cause only books can take her romping through the wilderness At ninety miles an hour where the torrent wind is torrid bliss She wants to get away from all the pleasant novelties And old cliche activities and chic suburban frivolties But there was no escape and so she swallowed all her sorrows And now we’re climbing mountains taking pictures of tomorrow And when the Earth turns you smile While I was thinking of gravity And how I wish I could float away To where the sunrise is always seen And dislocate from this pleasant place Cause it has been such a while And if the Earth turns away from me Well that would be ok I’ve seen the mountaintops all nestled up like Russian dolls You open them up one by one but all you find are empty halls And shadows of the people who once walk them in your memory Now they’ve all gone away but still chant a ghostly melody Kick back the stirrups and go riding till you find the spot Where pieces of your life are picking up and turning back the clock Now hold them in your heart until your logic takes them all away Now hold them in your mind until that logic disappears one day And when the Earth turns you smile While I was thinking of gravity And how I wish I could float away To where the sunrise is always seen And dislocate from this pleasant place Cause it has been such a while And if the Earth turns away from me Well that would be ok
8.
Listmaker 04:22
You’ve been here two times before How does it feel not to cry When someone’s screaming next door Acting like they want to die You keep two pictures of your exes on the windowsill in frames You keep their hats and shirts and wear them like they’re yours all the same You line your notebooks with lists Like there’s no care in the world Which Andrew Bird song is best Which college has cutest girls If honesty is feigned but never known then you’re honest Abe Another beer, another spliff, another mark on your grave I belong with wolves who Howl at night and rip up all the Skin and guts of innocent snow walkers leaving tracks in their path I want to lap up the blood And when I do so I laugh They so I’m much too west coast I say I’m no more than most I’d rather revel with ghosts And spill my wine when i toast Come back you’re killing yourself you’re lousy at the games that we play I play for fun, I’ve never won, I never will, that’s okay Keep ticking, thats my advice If you want help with your life The way that you fight with knives You’re right i never knew plight You’re money’s all been spent there’s only time to recollect And re-collect the bills that went toward flashy thoughts you never meant I belong with wolves who Howl at night and rip up all the Skin and guts of innocent snow walkers leaving tracks in their path I want to lap up the blood And when I do so I laugh I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone that’s what I like I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone in my life I’m all alone that’s what I like I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone that’s what I like I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone and that’s alright I’m all alone and that’s alright!
9.
I cling to indifference, you to your worst memory dark winter morning you honk your car horn at me and I will grow out of all the empty bottles in my closet and you'll quit having dreams about a swan dive to the hard asphalt ooh, ooh... won't you sleep with me every night for a week won't you just let me pretend this is the love I need and I will grow out of all the empty words I often speak and you will be depleted, but much better off without me ooh, ooh... you hold on to the past, you make yourself miserable and I'm ruled by seasons and sadness that's inexplicable and we will find a way to be lonely any chance we get and I'll keep having dreams about loveless marriage and regret ooh, ooh...
10.
Once a week I make the drive, two hours east To check the Austin post office box And I make the detour through our old neighborhood See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks And I park in an alley And I read through the postcards you continue to send Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember I like these torture devices from my old best friend Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would I don't think it's gonna do you any good I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok Down toward the water I always get a late start when the sun's going down And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip I could ride it out forever When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok Down toward the water I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee Walk the floors a little while I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it I start sorting through the pile I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps For signs of any pattern at all When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me I let a few of my defenses fall And I smile a bitter smile It's not a pretty thing to see I think about a railroad platform Back in 1983 And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok Down, down toward the water
11.
Horse Killer 05:17
She took me down in the middle of the day to this old sunken pool hall where we used to play And I told her I like her eyes while she emptied a Collins and played with her braid She said she’d like to climb up a tree and have a look down at all of the scavenging fleas Who would put on their suits and hurry miserably while their poor lonely housewives would drown in sake Keep em’ killer, don’t be sorry to miss me I was writer, while you were reading a mystery At ten to noon I was patiently knocking, but you censored the shutter and you left me to rot So I got on the train and I rode to the stop where you seemingly ceased to belong in my locket You had been drinking so I took you back home, but you asked me to stay and you said that you won’t Feel the same way tomorrow, so leave and it’s over, but how could I know what you’d think when you’re sober Pitch me love, pitch me pictures of happiness Send me to run, then bring me back with your carelessness I’m just a horse, running loose in your wilderness You are the desert, you promise nothing but emptiness And it’s a long way back if you think you can walk it I’m sick of this trail, so sick of the dark But there’s a fork splitting the most discrete difference And oddly enough I don’t care if I miss it And if I find you in pieces again Getting torched on your fire and throwing a fit Then I will take you back home all over again And we’d start this all up from the top, now where do we begin And it’s a long way back if you think you can walk it I’m sick of this trail, so god damn sick of the dark But there’s a fork splitting the most discrete difference And oddly enough I don’t care if I miss it And if I find you in pieces again Getting torched on your fire and throwing a fit Then I will take you back home all over again And we’d start this all up from the top, now where do we begin
12.
Put your guns away, you’ve shot them off two times today She said meet me at the cabin, then ran away to Montana Go get your guitar, it’s in the closet upstairs The one by the fireplace where we used to sit, alright I’ll get it And when the moon gets high, we’ll make a run for water Count the footprints that you leave behind and look at me with wild eyes I am not a boy I am an animal I am a spirit of night I don’t want to see light I am not a boy I am an animal I am a spirit of night I don’t want to see light Take your clothes off and settle down Put that record on that makes me think of freshman year and Pull your hair to one side and cock your hips to the other side And let me see the candle dancing in your deep brown iris There are fireworks outside lighting up the night sky There’s a blanket of stars, covered in black and draped over the hillside And did you mean to spill your wine because you know I like To see you just a little drunk and screaming your sins at the darkness So ramp the car to ninety and run the gas till empty And put that station on that plays the songs that we can sing to There’s an open clearing but fireflies are fleeing Must be monsters roaming, getting older, eating dreams and Don’t turn around you’ll see it, don’t close your eyes I need them Hits you when you least expect it, nineteen seemed so very reckless Twenty-seven takes you out while twenty-nine chases me down I do not think that this is how that old age was supposed to catch me I am not a boy I am an animal I am a spirit of night I don’t want to see light I was not a boy I was an animal I was a spirit of night I don’t want to see light

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released April 6, 2015

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Bedroom indie rock project of one HR Huber-Rodriguez.

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