Different Joys

by Welcome Center

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released 26 April 2013

Welcome Center is Jesse Smith and Aaron Sternick. All music written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Welcome Center in various bedrooms throughout Austin, Texas and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. All words by Jesse Smith. All candy by Aaron Sternick. Artwork and Layout by Corey Purvis. Welcome Center would like to thank their family, friends, and whiskey for their continued support and comfort over the years. Different Noise. Different Joys.

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Track Name: Float the Script
Take that needle out my skin and I'll be walking on fresh water
Before I ever sinned and before I was a daughter
Before I had a soul assuming I still got one now
And all truth meant was just doubt

What I meant to say I didn't, what I didn't say, I said
We might've only been a bit younger, but we weren't working towards our death
And home was just another word synonymous with friends
Our lives weren't a means to an end

Hell, I guess everything is cyclical or maybe we just blew it
But everyone we loved, at least they all just fuckin' knew it
Like that one time we took acid and we couldn't move our mouths
Still the beat of hearts synced aloud

So I have to go back there, I have to go back there
'Fore everything done fell apart
and everything was just starting
and we felt pretty damn good

But our good intentions didn't make for good decisions
I guess I should've paid attention to my folks a little more
My good intentions, they just made for shit decisions
I guess I should've feigned some interest in you a little more

What I wouldn't give to go back there, I forget, forgot and forgave
The promised land seemed promising until we came of age
It's like only thing I ever learned was how to dig my grave
And push everything good away

Now I'm holding flashlights up to every faulted thing
It's like the closer that I get to good, the closer that I ain't
My reveries are just a noose, hanging from my fate
I guess that they're one and the same

If the iron in my blood is bricks then build me a new me
If the purity I never had is still an anomaly
If all the feelings that I felt I should've said in threes
My life is a dichotomy

So I have to go back there, I have to go back there
'Fore everything done fell apart
and everything was just starting
and we felt pretty damn good

But our good intentions didn't make for good decisions
I guess I should've paid attention to my folks a little more
My good intentions, they just made for shit decisions
I guess I should've feigned some interest in you a little more

One more step back away and I'll crush you if you take it
Home's where I gotta go, I guess home is where you fake it
All my friends they used to know, but now they've gone and changed it...
Well...shit...who the fuck cares anymore?

But our good intentions didn't make for good decisions
I guess I should've paid attention to my folks a little more
My good intentions, they just made for shit decisions
I guess I should've feigned some interest in you a little more
Track Name: Hedonistic Shakedown
i got a one way ticket out to
new york, new york,
i said, now, i'm gonna take it home

ten tons of metal is dripping
down my spine and paralyzing
every one of my bones

waiting for the rapture or
perhaps the next departure
to the promised land of the comatose

so open open open
open open open open up your
mouth and say its just a joke

hedonistic shakedown
an epileptic 8th house

i got a one way ticket out to
who knows who knows
i said, now, im gonna take it home

my blood begins to soften
as your demon's build my coffin
calculating secrets still unknown

anxious for the rapture
wishing i could just recapture
every moment bent and then let go

so open open open
open open open open up your
mouth and say its just a joke

hedonistic shakedown
an epileptic 8th house

here's me and i'm begging you for a break
so take it, take it, take it now
here's me and i'm begging you for a break
so shake it, shake it, shake it out
here's you and you're begging me for a break
so take it, take it, take it now
here's you and you're begging me for a break
so shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it out

hedonistic shakedown, epileptic 8th house
here it comes, my break down, it's happening again
Track Name: If You Can't (I Can)
looking back, i laugh and i nod
and i'm driving through the lone star state again
i'm broke now, but who the hell's not?
a broken cross, an empty flask and a couple of friends

if you think you got something better, you don't know what i mean
and empty unpaved road with no fuckin' exits and a full tank of gasoline
if you can't, i can today or someday
if you can't, i can today or someday

looking back, my eyes are bloodshot
chicago's got my heart on hold again
i'm lost now, but who the hell's not?
a broken cross, an empty flask and a couple of friends

if you think you got something better, you don't know what i mean
and empty unpaved road with no fuckin' exits and a full tank of gasoline
if you can't, i can today or someday
if you can't, i can today or someday
Track Name: Ropes
who knows what is wrong
they're melting us straight down to the bone
when we realize that all the lives we lost are ours too
who will hold our hands? who will?

i'm not going back there again

who knows what is wrong
they're melting us straight down to the bone
when we realize that all the lives we lost are ours too
who will hold our hands? who will?

i'm not going back there again
we're trailing closely behind them

but i am taking my time, i'm learning
my head's aching and my throats hurting
but i am taking my time, i'm learning the ropes
i am taking my time, i'm learning
my sheets caught fire, my soul's been burning
but i am taking my time, i'm learning the ropes
Track Name: Ecclesiastes 7:4
i desired our dust to be mingled
in the static on a television screen
in a cheap motel in dallas
where you wait for me

and i imagine that we'd be connected
at the spine of something straight
like the unborn child in the west bank
who's more important than he'll think

but you thought your love wasn't good enough for a man like me

you told me that i was precocious
so i thought a lot about death
then the strangest things started happening
so you packed your bags and you left

but somehow i still prayed my hardest
to a fragmented thought in the sky
and the glue that held my perceptions
turned to chalk for your body's outline

but you thought your love wasn't good enough for a man like me

come california through seattle, new jersey, new orleans and flint
i will bring you home to me, for me
with one .45 by my waist side, some matches, a stitch from my past and blood
you belong to me, for me

but you thought your love wasn't good enough for a man like me