The Weightlifters

The Weightlifters - O My Stars (EP) - Lyrics [COMING SEPT/OCT 2008!]

Perfect

Lull me awake slowly
I don't want the moment to pass
before I am through keeping tabs on every lapse

It's the greatest mistake to settle for less than a respectable shake,
a workable break,
a chance to be perfect

The thinnest of doubts are leaving the thick of the moment behind
Arguing mood and waiting for stars to align

Foolish to think that all that's worth finding is lost in a blink,
so every instinct needs to be perfect

But in fact, I'll be betting it all
with better-than-even odds of a fall

It's the greatest escape,
trailing off in a thick, spiral decay
And I'm hot for the chase
I'm hot for the chase

Bygones

Release!
O, let it all go
If you can't even it up,
then at least let bygones be bygones

Shape up
Don't let us all down
If you think you've had enough...
well I guess that's it in a nutshell
Yeah, I guess that's it

And who better? Who? I'd love to know
Who better than I to know?

The rain won't remember your name
It drives itself into the ground
And it's gone as soon as the mud dries

But you'll still be hanging around
Taking possession of things that you didn't want in the first place

And who better? Who? I'd love to know
Who better than I to know?

It soaks into the bone
Memory's got a price though
Everything's got a price

And who better? Who? I'd love to know
Who better than I to know?
Who better?

Belle of the Wrecking Ball

It was cold, honey
So controlled
Hey sister can you spare a lie,
an airtight alibi

On a lark,
you twist until it comes apart,
heat until it turns to smoke,
then deliver the joke

But maybe it's too late for the punchline
Don't you know that timing is everything

There she goes
She's the queen of the free fall / to shatter a lost cause
The belle of the wrecking ball
There she goes

It was strong,
impervious and fixed
and I wore it like a sitting duck
And then you struck

Stripped to bone
Naked as a stone
I remember back when we were kids,

thinking ghosts could only haunt from the outside
But now we've got it all figured out

[chorus]

And I've got scars
Yeah I've got scars
to prove that a phantom can really bleed

To Be a Killer

So what
It's nothing personal
I've got a mind to take a lifeless life

If my resolve is not invincible,
give me a shove
until this cruel fit fits like a glove

Absurdity sells wholesale
And I've been waiting it out for insights into the rationale

I can't be blamed
for putting misery out of its name
for supplying heat to the flame

Remedies flow through bloodstreams
But the cure is more violent then the disease

To be a killer,
you've got to pull the trigger,
and find something bigger

So steady the aim and be cold
The insignificance of the mark should soften the blow

To be a killer,
you've got to pull the trigger,
and find something bigger

Battlesong

If you don't mind,
maybe you might try to fight back,
'cause I'm swinging and landing

The scale has tipped
The counterweight's slipped,
and I'm not holding back

So if you don't mind (maybe you don't)
Maybe you won't mind (maybe you won't)
Maybe you won't

Battlesong sounds flawed
'cause one of us will and one of us won't

If you've got heart,
you think you might start to fend off this charge,
show what you're made of?

'Cause hollow threats,
thick with regrets
are an anemic defense

So if you don't mind (maybe you don't)
Maybe you won't mind (maybe you won't)
Maybe you won't

Battlesong sounds flawed
'cause one of us will and one of us won't

Whys and What Fors

I don't know the half of what to say
I don't know the trick to being ok
All I know is I've got to face the truth

Non-stop flights and satellites
Fooling us to think that distance is slight
All I know is I've got to face the truth

Got a picture
when you were in love with the lens
Got a picture
Both of us were younger then

Momentum just happens
A little at a time, and then all at once
I don't know the whys and what fors

The process is designed to divide
But fear and hope conspire to keep us alive,
arranging with the band to play our song

[chorus]

And maybe they'll play the chorus again
Maybe they'll take it from the top again
I think so

[chorus]

In The End

I'll leave it all, by god
A consequence of the thought
that in the end we all know what we're not
I'll leave it all, by god

I'll set it all on fire
A funeral for the grind
'Cause in the end it's a fool's valentine
I'll set it all on fire

Well it's a shame how promise fades
and tomorrow feels (just) like today
But in the end we're going to change
and start anew yeah,
and start anew

(repeat)

O my stars, my stars
The wonder of it all
O my stars
It's a wonder we resist so hard

I'll leave it all, by god
If you believe me or not
As to the aim, I recall; I forgot
I'll leave it all, by god

The Weightlifters - Last of the Sunday Drivers (EP) - Lyrics

Undefined

I could be the word - meaning inexact, backflipping into free verse. I could be the word. You could be the light bleeding through the half-cracked lids of undeserving eyes. You could be the light. Hey, gravity works on me; it's undenied. Hey, sensation overcomes me; it's undefined. I could be the sky - sipping flight in v-formation 'til I'm satisfied. I could be the sky. You could be the earth twisting through the heavens milking stars for all they're worth; (bled for all they're worth). Hey, gravity works on me; it's undenied. Hey, sensation overcomes me; it's undefined... and constant as the speed of light... and impossible to quiet.

Low

She's low, and she loves what she loves. And the faithful will let her lead them to the bottom. But you don't mind; it happens all the time. You'll break your fall, grateful for the high. You need it, but you don't know why you need what you need. The tender have seen better days. And the seasick are getting battered by the waves. But you don't mind; it happens all the time. You'll crash ashore salty-wet and find you need it, but you don't know why you need what you need. Oh, why don't you know the feeling in your heart is hollow, while you're drying in the moonlight glow. She's low, and she loves what she loves.

Last of the Sunday Drivers

I've just got a hunch Serenity is getting bored. Need to settle down. Reason's racing off at breakneck speed. Need to settle down. Everybody knows a taste is a lethal dose. Say goodbye to the last of the sunday drivers. Comfort is chemical, and I've got the shakes. I quit cold-turkey. I guess I lost faith in its antiquated design. The boss has been deposed. The offices are closed. Say goodbye to the last of the sunday drivers. You almost don't see it coming. Riding heavy on the brakes, we idle through the wasteland that we're entitled to. Well I'm fucking up the deal. I'm sober at the wheel. Say goodbye to the last of the sunday drivers.

Weightless and Easy

Idols trade in looks, but don't forget the hooks. Floating figurines - weightless and easy, it seems. The actor's breaking bones with musty tones in scales of economy - a big-ticket trick to fetch a pretty penny. Desparate to be weightless and easy are we. But you'd rather complicate it, overstate it, and make it hard... harder than misery - make it large... larger than history. Though it's light, simplicity's bleeding, and I've got a feeling that you'll make it hard. The wheelers dealing art in the parking lot are framing it for free. (Copies of fakes from the 80's). Desparate to be weightless and easy are we. But you'd rather decorate it, overstate it, and make it hard... harder than misery - make it large... larger than history. Though it's light, simplicity's bleeding, and I've got a feeling that you'll make it hard.

September

Baby don't you blink. It's faster than you think - full of flash and things you don't get over. Indulge me for a while; we're stepping out in style. Quick before this fickle flame is smothered. Quick before, in time, it is discovered: I am September, and I need your gentle June to make me feel better. And I need your hot July to warm me. November is a bore - vintage and obscure, and heavy as heartbreak. Baby don't you weep; nothing's ours to keep. Underneath the sun color is faded. Underneath its glow we are mutated. I am September, and I need your gentle June to make me feel better. And I need your hot July to warm me. Figure it out: this is our reckoning. Haven't we already wasted enough time? Jesus Christ! I am September, and I need your gentle June to make me feel better. And I need your hot July to warm me.

Oblivion Shines

...and as for the day, it flies, smothered in haze, implies memory lies; leave the gray ones behind. Rest for the weary past will lighten the load at last and pardon our wrongs. Let the devils be gone. But I know you haven't lost anything. It's all trapped in the thickness of things. Dreams cover your eyes, and oblivion shines. And as for the leaves, they turn. Fortunate scenes, they've burned, fickle but fine, into the back of your mind. And you'll find it doesn't cost anything to exile lovers of suffering and clean-sweep the landmines. Let oblivion shine. And the best we can hope is to cast off our sorrow and to sleep calm and sure through the wilderness call and infinite fall. And when you awake you'll find liberty waits in line to welcome you into a new day beginning. And you'll know you haven't lost anything. It's all trapped in the thickness of things. Dreams cover your eyes, and oblivion shines...