Another Stranger, Another Animal

by The Pattern Traced

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released 02 May 2011

All songs written and performed and produced by Jon Callender.

Artwork by Fuller Moehagen.

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Track Name: Crush
We don't do what we're suppose to
We're not suppose to touch
We don't do what we're suppose to
We're not suppose feel this much
We don't do what we're suppose to
We're not suppose to rush
We don't do what we're suppose to
We're not suppose to fall in love
So we toss back, back and forth
Trying to sleep through the knocks at the door
We toss back, back and forth
They told us to wait, but not what to wait for
This wait will crush us
We don't do what they want to
They want us not to grow
We don't do what they want to
They want us happier alone
We don't do what they want to
They want us not to know
We don't do what they want to
They want what is impossible
We don't know where to begin
So lost, layers of skin
I toss you on the bed
You move to let me in
Dim lights, heavy air
Hot breath, hello there
Feed on your face
I wanna taste your love
Because ...
I hope you know how much I feel
Can you feel my weight crush you?
Track Name: Need Help
Trace the pain
Legs, arms
Freeze frame
Veins, heart
Take it away
The mundane protocal
Faith, no faith
Could explain what I saw
There's something 'bout death
Makes you feel alive
Makes you wanna fight
For your final breath
Every second left
I was in a heap on the front lawn
Need help, need help
Wrapped me up in white
Made the blood so bright
Need help, need help
Deep breaths
Nose, mouth
Need rest
Not now
Take me away
First stop, hospital
Wait, they wait
Inside four sterile walls
There's something 'bout death
Makes you feel alive, makes you wanna fight
(I was in a heap on the front lawn)
For your final breath, every second left
(Need help, need help)
Track Name: Die Alone
Not everyone who lives in the South is a southerner
Judging by the way I fuck around, I should run for Governor
I do a lot of running anyway, why not make a job of it?
Eventually I'll probably have to find a wife and a couple kids
But that's politics...
I was a kid once and I saw some fucked up things
The infidelity, the lies
I felt the hate that they bring
If the only other option is a family with me at the helm
I think I'd rather fall in love with myself
I'd rather die alone than be living a lie
A heart-attack, car accident
A gruesome fall onto a picket fence
I'd rather die alone than be living a lie
Not everyone who falls in love is a lover
To be one, you must learn to get hurt and recover
I'm still in recovery and I may never really be ready to leave
I've found it's easier to induce a pill-popping labotomy
And then bottom feed
You: another stranger, another animal
Track Name: Come Clean
Everywhere I go I see the same static faces
Different place, different night
Never does change
Guess they think they know me
So they comment on my pages
I make a lot friends and forget a lot of names
In my college days I slept on a plastic mattress
Felt a little stiff but it sure saved space
Shared it with a girl who looked just like this famous actress
When she left I lost something I couldn't replace
I want to share a bed, nothing else
And never come clean
Just like the sheets
The days will bleed together if you spend 'em getting wasted
Different place, different night
Never does change
Double fisting tall boys, saying something tasteless
Got a lot of will but I never found a way
I know this much
I notice the way they touch
And each one is different enough
To find the words that untie these tongues
Not meant for speech
That push and pull through spit and teeth
The tension builds with no release
My tentative attention piqued
Track Name: What Keeps You Awake
This song's a throw away
You don't derseve a good take
How awful of me
To sing you to sleep
When I know that's what keeps you awake
Sometimes I'm way off key
I am a human being
How awful of me
To hope you would see
Past my flaws
And how raw they could be
I tend to fall off the beat
I'm not a drum machine
How awful of me
To think our timing
Would just click eventually
You set like the sun
And now that we've run out of days
There's no air to waste in my lungs
So we'll play pretend
Dress up as friends
But what are friends without love?