The Good Book

by Build Us Airplanes

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released January 11, 2008



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Track Name: Home
we've got a long way still to go, when it's done we'll know
though I've been patient, I'm anxious waiting for you
fixing forms, filling holes

the lights have turned off
the drapes have rolled up
the sun will greet us

we're gonna barricade the doors,
until it's done then we'll go home
let's sing and drink this Irish whiskey and have a smoke
feels like home

the lights have turned on
the drapes have rolled down
the white moon paints the night

we can't waste anymore time
we can't afford the luxury
dead lines have damn near passed
and i am out of patience
Track Name: Releasing Hands
stuck in this maze turning corners
just to find, I'm back where i began
lethargic and weak, to tired to sleep,
i can't stand on broken knees
this same old defeat

releasing hands
unclasp and excommunicate
make tracks as we speed away
dim lights on long interstates
fade out as the credits play

empty space on a blank white page
i fill with pointed fingers and blame
the same familiar case
like cancer it spread and we cut it out
we're fake, we take what we can
and throw the rest away

these shaking hands
unclasp and excommunicate
write words that don't change a thing
this weight remains in my bed
your face painted in my head

time wipes it clean and chips away
i don't recall who i was before

we dwell in two separate cells
with miles between
i'm picking scabs tonight,
haunted memories
do what you gotta do with no change
I'll do what i gotta do without choice

and act like it's all ok
to save pride and to save face
dim lights down long interstates
just stay the fuck out of my way
Track Name: Goodnight, Goodbye
there is nothing you could say
that would make me stand any taller
and there is nothing you could do
because i anticipate every move you make

seeing you is like drying out the rain
the sun comes up and the birds in the trees
they all sing a song to me
seeing you is the calming of the seas
you’re an opiate for the sober blood
I'm trying hard to keep clean

i just want to watch you sleep
as you crack your eye and smile at me

but like a dream i awoke and you were gone
it felt so real but it ended so damn wrong
my darling we'll part ways with this song

i just wanted one last kiss goodnight
it haunts every dream, consuming me
Track Name: Clock Work
every street a familiar face
memories from long lost days
i've tried hard to forget but they keep tugging at me
all these songs are close in theme years of circling
chasing my tail, booze, drugs, lost faith
same old bars, drunken whores
we've all been there before
those nights when i shouldn't have made it

my best friends and my worst enemies
were collected on these streets
if i could go back and change anything
i'd fuck it up again

like clock work, repeating, never ending, stained in time

words don't change anything
the mold was cast, the bricks were laid
to build a wall that can't be penetrated
we conversed about faith
my father lost his pride
in my eyes he stared as he cried
i'm sorry i can't change the past

for what it's worth, i'm truly sorry
Track Name: Tracing Polaroids
on this face are pitted lines carved by memories
i can't seem to shake this lost time
tracing polaroids
the days just don't add up
you have always had the last laugh
never pulling a punch
and like always, in true fashion
i fold and give up

hazy eyes turn in tonight
slow goodbyes, i turn out the lights

all these crooked miles i've walked to the bone
fabricated smiles i paraded

i can't figure out
who's real and who's fake
sleeping with a ghost in purgatory
i'm stuck between
the living and the dead

gazing up at the stars counting constellations
we’re all dead
underneath countless miles of desolation

we wait, tiredly we wait for it all to end