Brief 14: Lyrics

Camera Obscura: My Maudlin Career

You kissed me on the forehead
Now this kiss is giving me a concussion
We were love at first sight
Now it's crush
It's crushing
I traced your steps through the city of romance lazily
I took to the desert with your harshest words
and they saved me

I'll bail you out again
I've got the readies
I'm not a child I know
We're not going steady

Your pain's gigantic but it's not as big as your ego
Promise not to abandon you, please let me go

Now I've been worrying about your feelings
Yeah they were worth protecting
They say I'm too kind and sentimental
Like you could catch affection

Oh in your eyes there's a sadness
Enough to kill the both of us
Are those eyes overrated?
They make me want to give up on love

I'll brace myself for the loneliness
Say hello to feelings that I detest

This maudlin career has come to an end
I don't want to be sad again
This maudlin career has come to an end
I don't want to be sad again

This maudlin career has come to an end
I don't want to be sad again
This maudlin career has come to an end
I don't want to be sad again

The Roots: The Day

When I wake up, I look into the mirror
I can see a clearer, vision
I should start living today
Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day

[Blu]
Yeah, it's like everyday I wake up, I stare into space and don't say much
Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up
Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning Js, Baileys
Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace
Beats playing since the night before, thinking bout writing songs
Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant
And plus the toxics I sip got me tall
Still tipsy, staring at the city from the spot we call Los Angeles
Every day is like a blank canvas
Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it
Hand picked to live this life we take for granted
like a child with an upright bass, we can't stand it
Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage
my way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant
Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine
the madness I did on my path and paint the canvas

[Chorus]

[Black Thought]
Before I rise and shine like a neon sign
I need the girl of my dreams to give me Einstein
And burn the marijuan' like Buju Banton
is my only bonafide break from these confines
I need a change of scenery like a mind tide
These kids bringing me the noise like the bomb squad
And everybody coming at me from the blindside
I'm tired, it's hard to open up my eyes wide
I listen to some theme music on the iPod
and walk around the crib doing little odd jobs
Checking my breath, take a view from this high rise
Feeling like I'm checking out a game from the sideline
I got to try different things in these trying times
Twenty-ten is different than it was in nine-five
It's come alive time, I picked a fine time
for getting open off life like a fine wine

[Chorus]

[Phonte]
Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my day out
Whole new blueprint, brand new layout
Deep down still don't know if it'll play out
Before the first time, feel like I done found a way out
Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight
Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith
Troubles of the world had me in a cross-face
Chicken-wing, sickening, liver so off-base
But now it's like I'm in the last lap of the car chase
and I finally understand my right to choose
My preacher man told me it could always be worse
Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose
So you can stop and refresh the rules
Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds
Something inside said that's the move
and made it today, I'll restart fresh and new

Pavement: Gold Soundz

Go back to those gold soundz 
And keep my advent to your self 
Because it's nothing I don't like 
Is it a crisis or a boring change? 
When it's central, so essential, 
It has a nice ring when you laugh 
At the low life opinions 
And they're coming to the chorus now... 
I keep your address to myself 'cause we need secrets 
We need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now 

Because I never wanna make you feel 
That you're social 
Never ignorant soul 
Believe in what you wanna do 
And do you think that is a major flaw 
When they rise up in the falling rain 
And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down 
The trial's over, weapon's found 
Keep my address to myself because it's secret 
'cause it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now 

So drunk in the august sun 
And you're the kind of girl I like 
Because you're empty and I'm empty 
And you can never quarantine the past 
Did you remember in december 
That I won''t eat you when I'm gone 
And if I go there, I won't stay there 
Because I'm sitting here too long 
I've been sitting here too long 
And I've been wasted 
Advocating that word for the last word 
Last words come up all you've got to waste