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Dreamers Asleep at the Wheel

by The Ambulars

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1.
We're Golden 02:45
shadows of my doubt from thinking way too loud you said "we're golden" but I'm feeling rusted and seized shut there's nothing hidden when you speak there's nothing missing when meet it's just the residue of someone that I once knew there's a place where this will end there's a time when this will break there's a fatalistic hum at the end of all our days in dimly lit rooms lives the sense of our doom and these shadows they are cast by bright lights of white that are warm and that were built to last the void of distance is a large, oceanic span across a land I've come to fear where devils whisper in my ear there's a place where this will end there's a time when this will break with our seat-belts fastened tight glory bound down lover's lane trying to find faults inside, looking for signs with your eyes closed it's the sinking feeling you're retreating my guilt-soaked dreams in the night make things seem bleak until we speak
2.
Tides 02:16
falling through the dark in places i can't see spectres give chase, haunting me in fitful sleep I wish that I could find a way to make my voice heard in a crowd drowned out by the closing circle and there's nothing left, you filled the space, took my voice and there's nothing left, you kept us hanging on try moving on pick up pieces that were left in your wake find new paths free of hate to take smoke clouds dissipate and echoes ring around crystal waters reflect images and sound what came before this? at some point i know that you can't see my face could you ever? we are strangers and i understand, i never let you see my face and you understand, you kept us hanging on try moving on pick up pieces that were left in my wake find new paths free of hate to take try moving on dragging toes in murky water below watching constellations grow walking back barefoot, now we know we've found the path free of hate to take
3.
Hiding Out 02:59
hiding out in a haunted house is paralyzing your tongue and mouth and it's stopping your hand from reaching out rebuilding a fortress around yourself with turrets aimed at everyone else and no one is getting out or getting in when you pull down the shades, you still peek out the world sends back arrows of doubt the tell-tale hearts still beating from within floorboards or your skin hiding out in a haunted house is paralyzing your tongue and mouth it stops you cold from knowing what to say and the ghosts in your house still know your name they whisper a hypnagogic refrain the lights flash up and down in your hallway if you want to you can stay in all day, haunt the spectres at night it's all coming back when I can't rule out the thought that you could tear me down
4.
Teenage Hate 02:24
you tore your knives through my teenage heart in yearbook pictures, smiling, I was lying through my teeth face-down in the hallway, accepting my defeat and I should have stayed when I was afraid to fight you off or to break my thin skin and now you're just a bigger version of the motherfucker that you've always been is it better off showing the world your hand or is it better just to fold it where you stand
5.
Swan Dive 04:23
I'm not holding on at all to thoughts of letting go but do you feel the pull of the lives that we won't know the fractured parts of broken hearts just waiting to be sewn I clutched my chest and thought how I should be alone and how it's too late to contemplate the ends that we can't shake I leave those glass thoughts on the shelf or watch them fall down and break you folding so neatly back into my memory I felt the warmth that you take with you when you leave and I don't want to fall too far cause I'm not getting back up approaching ground surrounding now with my eyes shut if the past is dead, the present's next and we are so afraid to fall so far from where we are I'm not holding on at all to thoughts of how we'll land but do you feel the pulse of the heart that's in your hand?
6.
these days are draining slowly, pouring out and running dry with their sentiments indented onto paper stained with dye that I'm pushing into envelopes that I know I'll never send there are corners in this place, unscathed that wait for me when I come home again so when I stare down this year's jet trail, it will lead back into you I could stare it down forever with familiar voices howling out my name tearing out the roots that dug into the earth beneath my feet I will start again with seeds in hand, kissed of luck and buried deep and I'll haunt the trees that saw my youth I'll haunt the streets that broke my teeth I'll haunt the places I called home, old shells that keep a part of me and I stare down this year's jet trail and it leads back into you I could stare it down forever but the urgency disintegrates I'll be miles away but your hearts stay with me
7.
deaf to the waves that crash outside sleeping under a godless sky there's a coldness in the light pouring off the moon at night right where your sleep starts to ignite from sparks trapped inside neurons wrapped so tight they can sound so indiscernible the die has been cast our fates have been sealed we're dreaming of luck asleep at the wheel dismantle and inspect secret mythologies find patterns in the scenes playing on repeat placid shores and manic waves a gentle volley, a battle that's waged navigate by blurry stars or winds of fate to hang your sails on when your ship has run aground and the frigid veil of night is wrapped around it can feel so inescapable the die has been cast our fates have been sealed we're dreaming of love asleep at the wheel dismantle and inspect secret mythologies find patterns in the scenes playing on repeat
8.
Growing Cold 02:12
tracing lines off of the page words won't will themselves to come fires rage outside and i just sit here hiding alone looking for answers i don't want to hear we're growing up small talk and smaller smiles leave me wanting less each time all the things that drain our passions dry are blocking the path home to find the answers there are none here to find we're growing cold settling for what we know (growing up into the cold) kick up ashes as they come to rest on our toes growing up we're growing cold (ashes fall into the snow) the hurts that hold us in place and the burns that keep us down hold us in place, keeping us down growing up we're growing cold all alone
9.
the crashing sound of hearts is ringing out loud they held their histories they beat so proud sweeping up the dust that's scattered within the floor absorbs the wreck and hope settles in fault-lines in hope can splinter still more glue for all the cracks to fill
10.
I don't want to give this up this house is not a home unless it's bought where you are keeping everything you've thought and every single door is always locked and I seem to resemble someone you used to know but nice boys don't act so cold it was so wrong and we don't have to live this down I wasn't bright-eyed but I was turned around if broken strings and voices have a sound then it's the only noise I'm making now it's so intangible for someone I used to hold so close and so tight for oh so long we should sing "we made it out alive" and not about the times we should've died choked up with bruises in my throat from broken songs it's all coming back to me when I can't rule out the thought that you could tear me down when I'm lying like a child in your arms every now and then I fall apart
11.
subtle lines lead from where I want to be I believe you're in a place I'll never see and it's sad but it's true to know I'm thinking about you and it's sad but it's true if I have to dive, I'm diving into you subtle lines lead from where I want to be you and me are in a place we shouldn't be and it's sad but it's true to know I'm thinking about you and it's sad but it's true if I have to die, I'm dying without you throw it away just to end up all alone and there's nothing left but broken voices on the phone these days I'm learning the time spent in my room alone was all I ever needed to be free we only have a lifetime of doing what we're told until someone comes to crush us or spit us out into the cold even if the sun sets, at least we have the night at least we have the night

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released October 1, 2012

Andy Freedman: Drums
Jen Twigg: Bass, Vocals
Michael Cantor: Guitar, Vocals, Organ
Recorded by Joe Mitra

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