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American Standard
03:17
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sid says your understanding
i have to break in all the books you forgot
meet my by the banks of Washington
catch a hit. just to feel something
asking which way is main i say i’m as lost as you
more than ever do i miss us too
great things comings. you aren’t it
breathe the air. it suffers. american standard
of feelings
since you like to walk out on us
maybe you’d be interested to know where
the helicopter leaves and brothers means nothing to me
the bright red lips on mourning trees
i took a bath in the river that evening
breathe the air. it suffers. american standard
of feelings
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2. |
Cindy Jumps
01:00
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Most days I feel like a bunch of toothpicks
Eyes like heads of needle ends
Cindy jumps & I die
Cindy jumps & I die
Cindy jumps & I die
It's time to start again
It's time to start again
Cindy jumps & I die
Cindy jumps & I die
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3. |
Strawberrycandy
02:23
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Drinking makes you look older by far
I know you miss it
strawberry candy in a jar
saying you’ve got no time but not when it comes to her
i know you’re free when. you don’t call me
just remember
nothing means as much as it seems
to be
the game was absolute
scenes
growing flowers to keep sane
saying you’ve got no time but not when it comes to her
i know you’re free when. you don’t call me
more joy to the tavern than what’s inside
if i can’t see what he sees it’s going to disappear
saying you’ve got no time but not when it comes to her
i know you’re free when. you don’t call me
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4. |
2CB
01:27
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Ive been saying for weeks and for days
Tired of waking up to
Been waisting all your precious time
Lie of the foot of your new bed
I know
Time starting again
Its a waste of your time
I know these past couple of months you wanted to be alone
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5. |
Dirty Black Cars
02:33
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Running circles in my brain picture this, as a euro man
Sunday driving ain't to blame that's the plan
Pick out what you like no not that it stays here
Up to bat it's your turn that's how I sleep here
Dirty black cars get clean in the rain all the same
Maybe someday we can feel like we did in the back
Always dug the way you cried second guessed being alive
Check in and sit on your as i've got books on tape
Reminisce on how you felt that night with the lights
Dirty black cars get clean in the rain all the same
Even the tree in it's smolder has nothing to convey
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6. |
Darts Player
02:42
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i’ve never owned a backpack. id get one to hang there a bit. i’d get you one. to match just like mine
don’t forget about uncle sam. bombs aren’t cheap with a restless man
in charge
you would call me from the bar saying
you’re Makin mush outa yourself
one might say kinda like
clay made with beef bones whatever that means
i regretted the times i didn’t say. not in a condescending way. a bore
as a kid i never understood
old people forgiveness has a time line.
never to late for revenge
i found it silly now i don’t
I never sit under trees
or on the ground for spiders are hiding
or so i thought
legs of a ballet dancer
belly of a darts player
if you breathe too fast you’ll burn
your nose hairs. no no not me
i don’t think anymore. i don’t listen no more
i’m nothing but rot
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7. |
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You don’t get to read that paper
its all about your family out east
your cousins make you look you look weird
i love that dog she forgot my name
you swim its true for you
you swim and it hurts me too
I’m painting pictures on my wall everyday
you try to love me unconditionally
I’m swear its real and not fake
he says that backup singer is someone
he’d like to date.. oh yeah uh huh
no calls or text message fuck around
you swim its true for you
you swim and it hurts me too
I’m finding it harder to get up
you try to love me unconditionally
I’m painting pictures on my wall everyday
you try to love
calling people
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8. |
Dover Valentine
04:12
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Dover Valentine is a present moment for you and your next one
Please forget the words that you wrote in the moment, watching TV
Driving me far away from the start pain seems to inch away
You were just 12 when Mommy moved away
Sorry you’ll have two parties
Trouble seems to wander in a house full of bastards
You aren’t the only I can hide
One day Sam will be far away
Today realize your alive
I got tired trying to try you won’t leave me alone
Couple days a week, hours I can’t beat, must mean something to me
Recognize your privilege, and do not avail for mourning comes but once
Being believe my palm print
going one way not another
Don’t hurt that man he was only trying to compliment your set.
One day Sam will be far away
Today realize your alive
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9. |
Cidartha
02:44
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I’m saying sorry for the last time
Riding my bike down Leland to get there
People run him to thru beds quietly
No one remember how it feels to be sixteen
Come by your place
Sit in the same chairs
Don’t take what I say for granted
In six months nothings changed at all
The aliens and the armory that band her to gods door
Unforeseen children want to jump rope
Life seems to play tricks on you and your fiends
So distant we don’t love anyone
Take 90 west, end up at your place
Don’t take what I say for granted
In six months nothings changed at all
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10. |
Turnpike
03:12
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You don’t have to borrow
That little green lighter of his
It don’t make sense to Ma
Your changing pants-all the time
I don’t mean to worry
You only hate cuz you’re scared
Cindy likes to shoot her veins when dads asleep
Has anyone every left your side
For more than six months at a time
May went by faster all alone
June hit and so did he
Patience it is granted
Even when she had to redo
4th grade the reading kept her back
Wet from the shores by the turnpike
I don’t mean to worry
You only hate cuz you’re scared
Cindy likes to shoot her veins when dads asleep
Has anyone ever left your side
For more than six months at a time
May went by faster all alone
June hit and so did he
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11. |
Even Eat The Mimosa Tree
03:27
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i am rippled not ruffled
many men but no man at all
you come and go. the chestnut tree stays
monkey to zero and back again
everyday
i talk to my dog about god and Julie she’s my best friend we do everything together. even eat the mimosa tree
if i could of used my left hand. i woulda been a creative
angels don’t play this harp
up inside the cloister garden thinking about my best friend
it rains all day indoors on the paper daises of her mind
everyday
i talk to my dog about god and Julie she’s my best friend we do everything together. even eat the mimosa tree
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12. |
Can't Miss
04:58
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Respect self, it doesn’t matter when you're old
With all the love in my heart
Becoming you or maybe
This is something, I always was
That I kept locked away for the special time that never came
People that don’t know nobody can’t miss nobody but that person on the train they saw that one day
I wish you all the luck I ask sometimes it hurts
Given to the universe friends of bill say, “ I give it to you “
Take a nap under that mango tree.
You didn’t come to pick me up
People that don’t know nobody can’t miss nobody but that person on the train they saw that one day
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13. |
Not Too Proud
04:43
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Mr. Jonsey and Roo are best friends
Hardly waving when you're drowning
They all say they love and miss you
Imagine making her dress to big
Seekers of hope and hate
Show me your friends shows my your future laid out
I've been wandering so long out here
I no longer feel anymore
Heard some flowers singing by the tree
It’s too much like everything else
Passed the attempt and started again
Your only talent is being away from your family
I am not proud to say that I am alive
Not in a way I mean that’s concerning to my life
Forgetting things is great way to remember them again
V will do anything to do nothing at all
Poison hand is a band you used to show me in the van
It’s so they feel they have anything
Never said they love me again
Just right after things break again
Sorta like Concord
I am not proud to say that I am alive
Not in a way I mean that’s concerning to my life
Saturday you go and do the things
You couldn’t fit between
Because your job means
More than you
More than everything
I am not proud to say that I am alive
not in a way I mean that’s concerning to my life
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Helicopter Leaves Chicago, Illinois
Helicopter Leaves is the moniker of Anthony Vaccaro's solo project. Born out of his home studio comes songs about dogs, people we wish we could be, and learning that growing is subjective.
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