1. |
Going on Gone.
03:12
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daydreams got the best of me again
i saw my body lying in the waves
tall light out in chesapeake today
all the greens are turning into grey
& i say...
love me with my headphones on
i can't come when i can hear you crying
keep going going gone, we're going on gone
i don't wanna live too long
seems like every thing of beauty's dying
keep going going gone, we're going on gone
day drunk in st augustine again
i'd trade my body to the wind
this life will be the death of me someday
but that ain't much of a thing to say
anyway...
will you love me with my headphones on
i can't come if i can hear you crying
keep going going gone, we're going on gone
i don't wanna live too long
seems like every thing of beauty's dying
keep going going gone, we're going on gone
love me with my headphones on
don't nobody wanna hear me crying
keep going going gone, we're going on gone
i don't wanna live too long
every summer now the sea keeps rising
keep going going gone, we're going on gone
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2. |
Ben Zaidi’s Blues.
04:52
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my blood burns like diet soda
fizzing out on the ground
i wish it was my name on the hospital door
but that's not the kinda thing you can say out loud
the bank's foreclosing on grandpa's house
while a stroke peels the last bit of life from his brain
so we go to florida, me & my dad
to load up the car with anything worth saving
a mug & a lamp & a childhood map
my grandma is crying as we pull away
then drive up the coast & halfway thru georgia
i remember that i left the the home video tapes
what will the bank do
with the camcorder-caught childhood that ain't theirs
someone in a tie will look at it, say it’s worthless
then eat their dinner & say their prayers
but the truth is––
the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure
i wish i wrote landslide by fleetwood mac
it scarcely left me with nothing to say
all i got here is this army of questions
leaving their bootprints all over my face
like, which war machine will i vote for ?
the one with the cross or the rainbow flag ?
which phone made by slave labor will i use
to call my manager & make sure i'm paid fair ?
we're never paid fair…
which killer cops will i pay with my taxes ?
which prison will i pave riding the bus ?
which drone bomb will kill which parent's child,
while bearing the names of all of us ?
& are there tides on our plastic island
will it someday wash on our shores ?
& when is it time to think about the sea ?
when it's up to our necks, & not a moment before ?
& you told me––
the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure
the longer you stay pure, the harder it is to live
two ben's left home in 2011
one went to harvard, one went to heaven
first one got cold so he came inside
second one stayed true to his hill & died
i wanna throw my body into the river
i wanna build my house on an acre of salt
& hear no news, talk only religion
& forget that i’m human whenever i want
& i'll say––
the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure
the longer you stay pure, the harder it is to live
the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure
the longer you stay pure, the harder it is to live
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3. |
2013.
03:36
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That year was one long summer
& we smoked it all away
Our skin, it shone with color
That the sun could never fade
We snuck up on the roof
& we danced along the curbs
Strung out & drunk on youth
Nothing ever hurt in––
Two... thousand thirteen
Firing down the freeway, to see who we could be in
Two... thousand thirteen
The years are cracks in pavement, I’m falling in-between
That night you laughed like a wedding
& everybody heard the bells
That moon was soft as bedding
& in its light we saw ourselves
I know that memory turns
All the past into postcards
But I swear we sang like truth
Laying in the yard in––
Two... thousand thirteen
Firing down the freeway, to see who we could be in
Two... thousand thirteen
The years are cracks in pavement, I’m falling in-between
You dropped out of school
I grew out my hair
Is it just growing up
Or did we leave ourselves there
I still see those boys
Swimming under that moon
It was the summer you left
My heart was splitting in––
Two... thousand thirteen
Firing down the freeway, to see who we could be in
Two... thousand thirteen
The years are cracks in pavement, I’m falling in-between
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4. |
Gibreel.
01:53
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5. |
Listless.
04:17
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6. |
Orlando.
03:02
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Scripture in the Sand.
06:01
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We stopped and bought some mad dog off the highway near Savannah
And I had never been so drunk before
Seven naked bodies that the moonlight painted silver
Skin that shone like surf along the shore
I was on the verge of something, wild and riled and reeling
We thought ourselves the first, the pioneers of every feeling
The waves would rise and the laughter lines were fading from my hands
Like scripture in the sand
Another Boston spring, another pilgrimage to Florida
I left all my sober thoughts at home
You threw up in a wine glass at that party in Manhattan
We never knew when it was time to go
And whatever happened to whatever happens?
The tidal wave came fast and I was a fist of paper napkins
Standing over something I could scarcely understand
Scripture in the sand
You said it was my birthday when you got your diagnosis
So you made up some reason not to call
February second when I got you on the phone again
I watched my breath while you explained it all
And Tampa's 16 hours but I’m nowhere if not there
And we drove to the beach the day the nurse cut off your hair
And I thought maybe things are holier the less they can withstand
Like scripture in the sand
The day my youth ran out I was stirring pills in applesauce
Coming up with questions for the nurse
It's not as if I understand what it means to lose yourself
But I can hold the tissues to the hurt
I'm always back in Florida for some new god damned reason
The place that cut you loose
Shouldn't be the place that leaves you bleeding
But high tide always scatters all the lives that we have planned
They're scripture in the sand
A slice of sky reflected in the dog bowl at the drug store
I would also like to drink the sun
It's hard to ask for what you want, to stand on that desire
And wait there for a train that might not come
After dark I painted your initials on the overpass
But it got demolished, anybody could have told you that
And what's left of our lives, what mark is left upon the land?
We're scripture in the sand
I'm a textbook picture of the need to make a meaning
Out of every bird that flies away
Nostalgia's more reflection of the present then the past I guess
I just felt like feeling like shit today
But I wanna go down like one of your old vinyl records
So round that you can't see it turn and you don't know it's ending
So close that till it's gone you barely knew that it began
Like scripture in the sand
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8. |
Only Forever.
03:11
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9. |
Jerusalem.
05:49
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10. |
Younger with Time.
03:42
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11. |
Eucharist.
03:13
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