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Let's Be Fair
02:24
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let’s be fair
you say the sad bastard act is getting old
i say no one asked you to buy but it’s getting sold
and there ain’t nothing you can do
cause the shit i sell is true
and all the money that i make goes up in smoke
or down my throat
just not to you
well this world wants you alive when it gets the chance
to teach you one or ten things about romance
but all the blood i spilled was mine
and you’re welcome to take your time
but surprise surprise i just ain’t in the mood to dance
or hold your hand
or even stand
and it’s hard to fall from grace if you’ve never been there
and it’s tough money to make but babe i ain’t scared
let’s be fair
so i’ll keep this fire lit until it goes out
and you’ll swallow every bit of that liquid down
and i can taste it on your breath
you say i only write of death but surprise surprise i write about your problems too
just not for you
lord knows for who
and it’s hard to recall your face since you haven’t been here
and it’s tough to feel to safe but babe life ain’t fair
don’t be scared
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2. |
Win Some Lose Some
03:37
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win some lose some
oh my god you got me by the throat again
when will it end
i won’t always want you
but i can tell that you can’t stop loving me
i remember the first time i saw you
sweating out booze looking at lights
turns out i shouldn’t drive
but i was more than happy enough to give you that ride
oh my god you’re running at the mouth again
you’re begging for an end
i can barely hear you
it’s long after i’ve stopped listening
i remember the last time i saw you
drinking my wine looking so old
weren’t we all promised something
long after we stopped breathing
oh my god i’m driving past the bars again
i won’t ever want them
but i can tell that they can’t stop wanting me
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3. |
Kingdom For A Throne
02:45
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kingdom for a throne
i concede i’m guilty over the phone
give up his whole kingdom for a throne
sins we prayed were mine and yours to make
at least your man had offered a shallow grave
made my peace with the peacekeepers
i don’t sleep well but at least i’m sleeping
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4. |
River Deep
02:32
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river deep
god forgive god
he’s a rat running up my leg
and theres something in the wind i can’t help but smell
if my woman was a real thing
she’d have left some years ago
there’s a lighter in my desk but nothing to smoke
slaughtered my self loathing
now i want that madness back
love that i’m alone
but it ain’t courage that i lack
it’s just the facts
drowning is wisconsin
the lonely ash in the river deep
there’s something in the wind as the brothers weep
maybe if i’d stayed there
i’d have gone the same damn way
but still i wake and squint at another day
butchered all i had here
now i want my money back
love that i’m alone
so it it regrets that i have
it’s just the facts
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5. |
Black Out
03:22
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black out
this is my confession i was thrown under the bus
the stairs gave out my roots were pulled from under me
stood up in the courtroom looked straight right through the judge
poured a drink to justify my grudge
i don’t really know what happened after that
my lights went out i missed my own reflection
if you think i like this it’s the liquor it ain’t you
my mind’s made up i’ll call myself a cab
so i took one direction now your seat is stained with sin
it’s the kind of stain that don’t come out
my nails are black my head is scratched my blood is thick with sand
it’s the kind of grain that dries your mouth
based on my expression i thought you ought to tell
if you don’t believe in heaven there ain’t no hell
but there’s poison and there’s pills and they do their jobs well
i hardly ever noticed when you fell
miles after accidents i start to think about
these bullets i’ve been biting how they start to hurt my mouth
if i black out long enough
will i forget what you said
i scratch my head
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6. |
Vancouver 1994
02:57
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i’ve seen the lives of devils
vancouver 94
and i’ve seen the backs of angels
walking out my door
i’ve heard the voice of tyrants
on the radio
and i’ve seen the eyes of lovers
the battle for control
lipstick on a glass
voices on the phone
you hear the soldiers coming
you know you’re not alone
get me through this
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7. |
Hands To Bleed
03:51
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this ain’t flying
i’m not driving
she’s not buying
what i’ve fed her for years
kids not trying
i’m just sighing
honey you ain’t dying
you’ve been dead for years
lord knows i work my hands to bleed
sewing seams
with new machines
evangelists down on their knees
they pray for me
but i still ain’t seen
the cash come in
or anything
jaundiced faces
tell me pace it
you won’t make it
they’ve been sober for weeks
i ain’t safe here
same as last year
i can’t last here
i’m on my way to hell
lord knows i work my hands to bleed
sewing seams
with new machines
evangelists down on their knees
they pray for me
but i still ain’t seen
the cash come in
or anything
but i remember everything
except the more important parts
and the less important parts
i might remember everything
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8. |
Prophets and Salesmen
03:37
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wake up maggie the river’s jumped its banks
the kids are crying you tell me it’s such a shame
just don’t come back to tampa
preacher’s been saying the flood of the lord has come
soldiers and thieves all run with their loaded guns
just don’t come back to tampa
river’s been dry now for fifteen years or more
prophets and salesmen done stopped knocking round your door
just don’t come back to tampa
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9. |
The Difference
03:44
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darling can’t you tell i’ve been reading your letters
and i can tell your man ain’t got nothing on me
the devil’s in the bedroom and such
and i don’t miss you much
since your screams in my ears
haven’t left yet
i asked you a question
you gave me a pill
left your door open
you’re suffering the chills
is it the drugs or the rain
or did you just go insane
because this put upon brain
sometimes can’t tell the difference
don’t need an answer
i’m already long gone
and that girl with the makeup
has a couch i’ll crash on
if i play her some songs
she might change her mind
but i’m hoping the wine i bring to please her
will buy me some time
i asked you a question
you sat there so still
curtains wide open
the streets were surreal
some tragic appeal
of romantic incentive
but i let you down gentle
i’m sure you can’t tell the difference
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10. |
Lion
03:04
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the lion doesn’t wait for the thorn in his paw to go
never sits there staring at the roots or watching the weeds grow
says everything i ever need i can find it in my mane
man calls me an animal but i call man insane
mary doesn’t hear me as i whisper in her ear
driving north on 405 with you it feels like years
lights grow bright my mind grows dark things once fuzzy now are clear
turn my face and look away she says the exit’s coming near
father said when i was young son let those sinners be
so i held my tongue that’s what i done but no good has come to me
jesus said stay out of bed with those to whom you’re not married
but i bit your lip and lost my faith still i remain guilt free
still i’m speaking to myself i’m the only one who hears
the trials and the tribulations that i hold so dear
i put the pedal to the floor as highway signs fly by
see the clouds reveal the moon in the ink black autumn sky
you peel back your lips with your fingertips reveal a sarcastic smile
i look away pray for the day when we don’t speak for a while
you say stop the car we’ve gone too far there’s no turning back now
unplug the keys you stare at me the engine was so loud
mary doesn’t hear me as i’m screaming in her ear
all the times i try to tell her this she says she couldn’t hear
open up and get on out there’s nothing for you here
i watch you as you walk away and put the car in gear
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Spencer Hannemann Irvine, California
Spencer Hannemann is the singer of Work Friend. Here he sometimes posts other stuff that's not band related.
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