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I had a dream...but somebody took it
And in its place they left something a bit more crooked
And see the thing is, I don’t recognize these faces
My eyes feel strange I don’t recognize what my race is
Is that racist? I dont think so
But I blink and think the sky is falling quickly
And they kick me swiftly sprinting and running and something, I dip out quickly
But this atmosphere its super clear its got me feeling sickly
Cause I know that I don’t belong long gone and yea man something hit me
This ain’t my dream this my mind this ain’t my R.E.M.
This ain’t my job you ain’t my mom i'm really sorry mam
But i've never been here before as I’m starting to near the door
I hear some more foreign noise I'm frightened what its got in store
As I try hold my breathe or what I think is mine
I try to retrace the steps to find this place and time
Its like adjacent I'm thinking someone replaced my mind
Stuck in the puzzle dumbstruck and plucked from this bed of lies.

I can’t go on, please take me home
Everything dies but we still rise up in the morn
I can’t go on, please take me home
Everything dies but we still rise up in the morn

Dry mouth, wet palms
Quicksand in the land of the bombs
Quick hands that abandon the fans in a rampant attempt to bang on the gong
Sang me a song, uh…..but the words don’t fit
Something i missed when it dripped from your lips
Stuck in a fit that don’t fit the mix i usually kick
Tryna find a new exit
Tryna find a new piece of mind but this piece of time’s what i’m left with
Out steps this, beast that feeds on being reckless
So i’m cutting corners, avoiding this hellish nexus
But i can’t outrun it, heavy limbs to the ground I plummet
With no advantage to the man whose sick to his stomach
I give up running, face the demons here chasing me
Make believe i’m escaping thee
Fate that keeps on erasing me
So I get swallowed no bother in my demise
I follow wallowing sickness I’m inflicted until I die
Tomorrow comes and its brung me a better sky
So watch me lie with all the liars dividing into the night.

I can’t go on, please take me home
Everything dies but we still rise up in the morn
I can’t go on, please take me home
Everything dies but we still rise up in the morn

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from Breakfast For Dinner, released April 24, 2015

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The Racket Boys Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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Kevin Shields - Vox
AJ DiBiase - Guitar/Vox
Paul Sheslow - Drums
Mark Franzen - Bass
Charlie Field - Fiddle, Guitar

Contact at racketboys@gmail.com

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