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Days of Suede
05:04
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I am a pirate. You are less than treasure. Is this adventure, or is it even cool if I sail your empty sea? You are a mirror. I am less than handsome. Please bring it nearer. Could this be love if a ghost is all that I can see? We sleep until noon in a dusty cocoon. And we say, we say we’ve got it made. We swallow the time like a blood thirsty wine. These are the days, the days of suede. Oh-oh, the days of suede.
I am an ulcer. You’re a glass of milk. Questions are the answers to all my questions. Still I thank you for all your sticky help. We sleep until noon in a dusty cocoon. And we say, we say we’ve got it made. We swallow the time like a blood thirsty wine. These are the days, the days of suede.
I am a spaceman without an orbit. I’d sell this tin can if I could afford it. Still I sail your empty sky. We sleep until noon in a dusty cocoon. We swallow the time like a blood thirsty wine. We stare down the moon through the sunshades of doom. And we say, we say we’ve got it made. These are the days, the days of suede. Oh-oh, the days of suede.
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I'm Still Missing You
03:25
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Holding your hand, lying on the sand, doing what lovers should do. But not a day now goes by I don’t ask myself why something like we had must die? I don’t know where I could go. I don’t know how I would know if I was there, far enough away from you — the reason I can’t smile, the reason I’m a fool. And I can’t do a single thing but keep on missing you.
About a year has gone past. I try not looking back at our ugly exchange of good-byes. If I keep moving along maybe nothing will go wrong — maybe keep those tears from my eyes. But I don’t know where I could go. I don’t know how I would know if I was there, far enough away from you — the reason I can’t smile, the reason I’m a fool. And I can’t do a single thing but keep on missing you. I’m still missing you. Oh, I don’t know where I could go. I don't know where I could go to get away from you.
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Loneliness Begins
05:01
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I’m staring at the sky, asking myself why I did the things I did. I’m walking by the river, trying to remember just how it fell apart. You took my heart. You took my heart. The truth hit me about ten o’clock. I’m up holding my head, clutching your cold pillow, staring at the bed. Last night we had a quarrel. We disagreed. Now my loneliness begins.
I'm sadder than the moon, hoping you'll be home soon. But I know that's a lie. I’m driving in my car, searching for a bar with a quiet clientele. Oh, well. Oh, well. The pain hit me about one o’clock. Tears filled my eyes. Over in the corner, I can’t hide. Emptiness was just a place I’d seen my friends. Now my loneliness begins. Now my loneliness begins. My loneliness begins.
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Heartbreak, California
04:05
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(instrumental)
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The sun came up with each tomorrow. It fell back down in cloaks of sorrow. I stare and wonder at the edge.
I told myself you’d always be here. The sun went down in cloaks of sorrow. This is the midnight of lost tomorrows, before the morning after forever.
Just for a moment we were laughing. And then the light departed your eyes. This is the midnight of lost tomorrows, before the morning after forever. Before the morning after forever.
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Milky Way Baby 94
05:30
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See the dreams above the clouds, fold them into pocket. You’re the dream above my clouds, lip you into pocket. Number on the napkin is mine. Seize the dreams above the clouds before you change your mind. Milky Way baby, milky white star, Mr. Moonglow’s back in town to catch you when you fall in his universal arms.
I sense a queer triangle in the shadows of your speech, a side for each promise we will never keep. Number on the room key is mine. Milky Way baby, milky white star, does the pale on your face match a stain on your heart? Tell me, baby, are we doomed from the start?
Milky Way baby, Milky Way star, does the angst on your face match a stain on your heart? Milky Way baby, Milky Way star... Reflection in the motel says number on the matchbook is mine, all mine. All mine, all mine. All mine, all mine.
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With the Dead and Gone
04:26
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There are secrets in the walls. Dead promises in every stop clock. Half truths in the window panes. Half lies hidden in every quiet town. So consider me left and gone. Consider me traveling on through the soot-sad neighborhoods on a rusted railroad line, counting with the dead and gone every inch of time, looking for what I will never find.
I’m addicted to addiction. I’m afflicted by affliction. And I’ve been wrong. I once had a lover whose eyes were purely fiction. So consider me left and gone. Consider me traveling on through the soot-sad neighborhoods on a rusted railroad line, counting with the dead and gone every inch of time, looking for what I will never find.
Sometimes at dawn those dreams disappear. Then sometimes at dusk those dreams, dreams, dreams reappear. They reappear. And through the soot-sad neighborhoods on a rusted railroad line, counting with the dead and gone every inch of time, looking for what I will never find. What I’ll never find. Will I ever find my peace of mind?
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Poker Face
01:57
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My face looks big in a mirror, small in a crowd. My face looks big in a mirror, small in a crowd. And I feel ephemeral. Oh, I feel ephemeral.
I’ve been younger than you. Now I’m twice your age. I hope you can laugh at me while you have the chance. I’ll soon move on and you won’t have my shadow to judge the light.
I’ll keep my poker face. I’ll keep my poker face. I’ll keep my poker face.
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Let’s get drunk and talk about marriage, kill off the night discussing its merits. You want to. And I don’t want to. You want to. And I don’t care. So let’s get drunk and talk about marriage. Let’s get mad and call it off. Call it off. Call the whole thing off.
In a stranger’s bed, at an inopportune hour, I decide to go, to go ahead. If you want to, then I will try. If you want to, then I will try and change my mind. I’ll change my mind. I’ll change my mind. I’ll change my mind.
But what good would it do people like me and people like you? When every day we wake we hope to find the world has changed? But the more we wish, the more is stays the same. And the more we wish, the more it stays the same.
I want to. I want to. I want to. Now you don’t. I want to. I want to. I want to. Now you don’t care. So let’s get drunk and talk about marriage. Kill off the night 'til the hatchet is buried.
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Mr. Lonely
04:01
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Jeff Bright & The Sunshine Boys San Francisco, California
Active in San Francisco and throughout California from 1994 through 1999, JB&TSB started as a twangy post-rock project featuring Jeffrey Bright and members of his previous bands Darke County and Myself a Living Torch. As members changed so did the sound. At their peak JB and the 'Boys were among CA's top retro swing acts, filling dance floors and keeping alive the rowdy soul of western music. ... more
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