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Better Luck Next Year
03:11
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Twenty-six weeks have gone by
since I last gazed into her eyes
half a year since we’ve been near
each other
Other eyes are all I see
in faces they’ve hidden from me
so I can’t tell who in this hell
is smiling
Though the world’s on fire I long to feel
the embers in my heart are just as real
why must you choke the flame that burns inside me?
If I were at school today I might be sitting next to her
We could share a joke—isn’t our teacher such a fool
Do her parents understand the value of her education?
Can she talk to other boys? Does she think they’re cool?
I’ll never see my friends again
The outside world’s come to an end
And all I see is misery
unending
Hope I’ll get better luck next year
Hope I’ll get better luck next year
Hope I’ll get better luck next year
Better luck next year
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2. |
Number Line
04:13
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the overpass approaches so I start to fortify
my mind before the fear of falling can disrupt my stride
just seven stars burn hot enough to show up in the sky
the rest in an electric blanket bundle up and hide
the chain-link fence though anchored deep in masses of concrete
seems less substantial than the wisps of softly glowing cloud
and though my eyes report a solid path beneath my feet
I feel my body falling toward traffic crushing and loud
I’m not counting footsteps, but my footsteps keep the beat
I’m not counting seconds left to get across this street
I’m not counting cars as they roar past on the freeway
the numbers just weigh down my head so it doesn’t fly away
halfway across the bridge I find I’m frozen in one spot
each car that rolls beneath me sends a tremor through my knees
I start to count, one, two, three, four to block out panicked thought
the permanence of numbers forms a lifeline I can seize
I’m not counting footsteps, but my footsteps keep the beat
I’m not counting seconds left to get across this street
I’m not counting cars as they roar past me far below
I just hold on to the numbers to pull free of vertigo
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Porcupine
04:12
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lonely lad, a-lion in wait for an easy meal
grab a bite and cop a feel
"haven't you heard, hon, that's the deal
since we've been kings"
of course you had to turn him down
when he'd persist, call him a clown
he'd chased you half across the town
when you drew blood
(the wound still stings)
porcupine stand firm in your coat of needles
it’s needless persecution you defy
oh porcupine, this discord penetrates my mind
it’s but small hope for tomorrow I descry
broken bodies in the dirt, lives seeping away
in response we’re asked to pray
while concerned experts contend to say
whence evil springs
“of course you must have seen the scars
such suffering surely conscience mars”
but to me that explanation jars
misplacing blame
more sorrow brings
porcupine stand firm in your coat of needles
it’s needless persecution you defy
oh porcupine, this discord penetrates my mind
you are what small hope for tomorrow I descry
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Skeleton Key
03:09
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file down the parts that stand out
all that remains is a skeleton key
open any door and invisibly slip inside
discarding all I am to be where I want to be
what was it that I meant to say?
now that I’m here the words just seem to slip away
mingling among the locksmiths
who design gates to keep us all outside
open any door, you can observe the flash of fear
that the rabble might burst in has got them terrified
what was it I came here to do?
though I’m no longer me, sure as hell I won’t be you
I’d like to bite your hand but all my teeth were ground away
still I can let the tigers in
they may not recognize me standing here outside my skin
but I was made to make the door open
I was made to make the door open
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Timothy Patrick Hinkle Millcreek, Utah
Lofi DIY psychedelic folk singer. Guitars strummed. Kazoos hummed. General thrumming.
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