All Boats​/​The Treble On Your Mashall

by Mountain Stranger

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released April 17, 2014

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Track Name: All Boats
My chest is full but my pocket's empty
And resonating like a kick drum
My brain won't read what my eyes are sensing
Looking right through the sun

Come write something in this chapter
I can't finish it by myself
When the words begin to scatter
We will put them back on the shelf

Don't you think
That if the worst was yet to come I'd be around
All boats sink eventually
Deep under the ground

My eyes are red from stimulation
Day dreaming too damn hard
My brain has surely lost it's patience
On this narrow path

Don't you think
That if the worst was yet to come I'd be around
All boats sink eventually
And
Don't you think
That if the best was yet to come I'd make a sound
All boats sink eventually
Deep under the ground

And if the past is just a myth
Or some feelings that we did
I wanna know what you're talking about
If there's holes upon the stern
then notate what you've learned
and make us all sing it loud

And if the past is just a myth
Or some feelings that we did
I wanna know what you're talking about
If there's holes upon the stern
then notate what you've learned
and make us all fucking proud
Track Name: The Treble On Your Marshall
You're not my hero anymore
You are as drunk as an old man
Went for a cigarette on public transport
So tone def from the treble on your Marshall stack
You scream across the room
"Is my guitar in tune?"

No
It's not
It's more than a semitone away
And no
It's not
A worthwhile melody to play

You're not the poster on my wall
Or the voice in my head when I picture
What the song will sound like
Are you confused about what it means to be an artist
Cos not every punk icon
Tears his own shorts

Are
You done
Making me feel like a child?
And are
You done
Teaching me things I've known for a while

Don't try to tell me which road I'm driving on
When you never bothered to get your provisionaries
Don't try to tell me you're as dense as onions
When you're common as a bag of frozen peas

When
You're old
I hope you can live with your regrets
And when
You're old
Maybe you'll have my respect