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National Tragedy
04:08
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Don't they call it a tragedy when everybody dies
I built a country
I was a king
I made this music
I had a dream
I didn't know
From the start
I was a failure
It all fell apart
I found my place
Lived in a hole
Black walls
Black soul
I don't know
If I will make it out alive
I don't know
If I will be here through the night
I've been here
Three years
I'm breaking out
Of these fears
Devil called me
By my first name
I played him like a piano
I ran away
Mark it on your calendar
This is a national Tragedy
I was the king of a country
Now I'm just a casualty
In a war fought hard for peace
I made a violent advance you see
I was the king of this country
Now I'm just a casualty
Bring me down
to my place
Take this mask
off my face
Take this crown
off my head
I'm just another
man found dead
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2. |
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This is Aidan comin' in on the beat
First verse, the worst
But for me it's sweet feat.
All heat is flowin', bakin' the words
In the spur of the moment
I'm showing those who wanna see
The only me I can be
Individuality, originality
The brutality of it: no one can show
How to not be a normality
Cause in reality you gotta see
We're all the same
They say we're all unique but we're all
Playin' the same game
So how do I show the world that
I'm different?
Separate from the pack
Shipped off in a box of my own ignorance, it's rigorous
That's a fact, yes it truly is
To show your differences
You gotta do something big
You don't know what creativity
Means to me
It's free for me to grow a tree
In the middle of an ocean
Where soil and sad flee
I'm makin' somethin' out of nothin'
Say whatever comes to mind
And I'm tryin' to get my thoughts down
Before I run out of time
Balloons behind a big white steeple
I'll be looking up holding onto a dream
I been working hard with some darn good people
Find ourselves on the bright light side of the screen
Doubts are giving me a run for my money
I lay down the bass hope it runs for my money
I am having so much fun that it ain't even funny
Heaven forbid you get inside my mind and see
All the deep dark places with their black tar faces
Saying Caleb you're chasin a future you'll never see
Screwtape called the dude on my shoulder
Told him I'm a fool but screw screwtape I'm a frickin soldier
Shouts to my parents shouts to theirs
Shouts to my friends that seem to come in pairs
Throughout the years i labeled me an idiot
But don't blink now it's just part of the experiment
We don't know where we'll be in 10 years
That don't mean we'll ever be a slave to our fears
Let's give em reason to stop and stare
Call it what you want this is our fanfare fanfare
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3. |
Joker (Maverick Joker)
02:49
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This the chorus listen to it loud
Don't try to understand what it's bout
I try to make my pop songs poppin
I feel like I'm a failure if y'all aint hoppin
Comin in like a joker
I'm a clown Rachel knows it
Got maverick in my blood
But now I'm flexin and I'm broken
I'm not tryna say
I'm any better than you
But I'm feelin better than you
Man I guess I'm back to joker
I just dabbed by myself
I'm the studio
You making fun but you
Dab in the studio
I ain't making money
I'm just making family
Hop up on the train
Get ready for the jester jammin
ANALOG feeling fat
Tail on my dog where is that
Get Chillin with my dogs like stat
Let me throw a party where we all get fat
What do I mean
When I say that I'm a joker
We all show off a screen
Keeps saying that we perfect
The difference between
The hero and the villain
One stops fighting
The other stays winning
Let me paint a picture for your eyes
I wear a toucan instead of ice
Feeling so fly I'm rockin a bow tie
Just kidding man Lonliness is sight for sore eyes
I'd rather be making music than chillin with the boys
Walk into guitar center pick me up some new toys
Sometimes I feel like I should get outta this place
But most humans are toxic we call that a waste
The blonde ones are a little bit better
Especially when all they do is make you feel better
BEST friend girlfriend used to be different
Still remember them I'm just a little different
I'm brewing smarter bars with my friends
Call it Budweiser
Can't hear my voice in the speakers
Just a little higher
Please make me out to be a genius lyricist
I don't RAP that's a wrap
wish you weren't all narcissistic empiricists
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4. |
Torches & Trumpets
03:36
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Torches and trumpets
I make this raucous
He gave me these gifts
And he is not done with
I make this music
Something is brewin
Hitting your ears
Leaving you clueless
Hit you with that rock and roll
This my heart and soul
I make the weird stuff
No I don't do what I'm told
I'll be on it til I'm dead
Grab a couple a friends
Light up the torch
Hold it high above my head
March on
Til the break of dawn
Enemies at my feet
I'm feeling 300 strong
Call me Gideon
Ill be repping my city
On a hill
Come at me I'm the original idiot
Demons and devils
Can't hit the tempo
Demons and devils
Light em up
They fighting with their fire arms
Planes trains and cars
I just got some instruments
And some mediocre bars
Play that trumpet sound
Say something kinda profound
Look up to God
And shoot the devil down
Come on
Bring Goliath on
Hit record
And put that armor on
Just because I ain't a strong man
Doesn't mean I ain't a strong man
Find me in the battlefield
Aw yeah
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5. |
5ifty
03:53
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This is my hype song
No lights on
Just bump this
No brakes on
Good friends
Yeah I lost some
But in the end
I'm not alone
When the beat stops
We slow down
But we in this
We so on
Just sing
A bunch more pop songs
When they hate on
I make more
Celebrate my family singing so loud
Celebrate even when there ain't a crowd
Celebrate I'm bout to make it through the last day
Celebrate no stopping I'll never ever no never
Pop to it
Rap to it
I'm just a
White Kuhlmann
Not gonna stop
Until you go on
Band camp and you
Listen to it
Really fam
Really bud
I don't care if
I sound funny
most have said
It's hard to stomach
But mama sings it
Lauren loves it
I don't wanna talk about it anymore
I'm just going fifty fifty fifty more
I don't wanna talk about it anymore
I'm just going fifty fifty fifty more
Hold up I just finished fifty
I been staying really busy
Writing all these crazy stories
Imma do it til it kills me
I got some real friends
And a faithful fam
And my man in the sky thinks it jam
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6. |
Interlude I (Prayer)
01:59
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I'm just chillin here
prayin
Praying for my future wife
Praying for my future life
I'm just chillin here
Praying
That me and
My friends don't fall off track
They obsessing with the game
They all wanna get that fame
And I confess I am the same
Father please save us
Get at me
I'm going harder than yard work
I made some money
This is hard work
I teach some kids about guitar
That's some real work
They don't even know who I am
I am just helpin em jam
Most of em strugglin hard
A couple will really go hard
Man I'm strugglin hard
I'm going hard
Help me Lord
I'm keeping a beat
But ground my feet
I'm feeling a couple more tracks
And I'll be there
Lord put me in my seat
Please
Give me a couple of good folks
Teach em a couple of good jokes
Tell em to chain me to my bed
Hold my head
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She's the sum of the people I made up in my head
Crazy and funny and who cares what they said
Beautiful wonderful I think we can both agree
That she is made from something else
And she makes this life that I'm living precious
Makes this path I'm walking less treacherous
I didn't know that she would be someone I knew I could just talk to and love
She's the end of the storm that was living in my head
Peaceful yet victorious and as I lay in my bed
Her beautiful wonderful face stares through my dreams
Yeah she is made from something else
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8. |
My, My.
04:03
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You sound like a chain smokers song
Make me wanna dance when I can't even move
Why do you feel so far away
Come to me and my my we're free
Your mama is a teacher
I feel like a preacher
Speak the word and follow God
Til I'm with you
I can't make another promise
But this kinda feels prom dance
Come on over let me show you
What I know
you feel like the forest
you smell like gold
you look like flawless
I bet you taste like whoa
Wish you were right up the street
You're kinda right up the street
Let me drive up the street
Just to see you
When I see your face
My hearts beats at a stranger pace
Come on over let me show you
What it knows
From the valley down low
To the mountain up high
We can travel the world
We won't sleep a night
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9. |
Piano
04:08
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I'll sit down at the piano
Wondering if you wanna be my friend
I'll sit down at the piano
Wondering will you be here til the end
Never thought of love like this
Quiet can bring so much bliss
Who are you to do me like this
Came outta nowhere let's just sit
And slowly breathe
Oh me oh my let's see
I been waiting for a friend to be there for me
Some things are real let's just see
I don't want no date
No big downtown place
Curl up on the couch I'll just shut my mouth
Listen to the fireplace play
I see that you were crying I'll let that sit
I will not be prying I'll let that sit
I'll wipe away your tears you got nothing to fear
Heck let's watch some stand up on Netflix
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10. |
White Dress
04:13
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She in a white dress
We ain't getting married
But I like this
Lawdy what a party
Lookin my best
Tailcoat on my body
Yeah look that is my hottie
Live band hit the dance floor
Dang what a party
We walk in the ball room lookin fly
I see her across the room my my
Greek gods ain't got nothing on this girl
That's my angel with the moves outta this world
Get it girl she don't want your basic
She is on that crazy
She's living life and
She is not gonna waste it
She gives your trashy prom date
A run for her money
And one day
She gin make a great mommy
I just finished eating all this chocolate pie
I am not really feeling the electric slide
But wait I hear our song coming on
She says "boy get off your feet get your freaky on"
Get it girl she don't want your basic
She is on that crazy
She's living life
She is not gonna waste it
She gives your trashy prom date
A run for a money
And one day
She gon make a great mommy
So the bands taking a break right? And I'm just spacing out, checking out some of the gear they've got. The guitarist notices me and he comes over. I snap out of it and I shake his hand. He shows me his guitar, some custom fender tele... he asks me if I play. I say yeah yeah I love music, I'm actually going to college for production looking to start a label. He says you know wow that's pretty great. He takes a moment and he looks over at her... he says she's a pretty one, and she sure does love to dance. Then he just starts to walk away and he says to me, good luck. I just wanted to stop him and say WITH what the girl or the career... I imagine he might've said something like don't pretend you get to separate them, that's just fear.
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Wake up stare at the sun TIL it blinds you
Run through those woods til they're behind you
Trust me just and I'll find you
And if I didn't what would I do?
Never ever
stop dreaming
Look into your mind
It's teeming
With things I couldn't imagine
And wouldn't it be tragic
If it died?
It's 2 am
I'm in my bed
I'm wide awake
Where is my head
I found a noose
It's on my neck
The creaking stairs
I can't look back
But there you are
The big wide eyes
You're in my heart
You're in my mind
And you say
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12. |
The Life of Walter
05:01
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Ok Walter is a boy
Pablo was a saint
Kanye is a god
And I am just a tainted soul inside
What are we if we don't care for each other
What are we if we don't love a kid without a mother
What are we if we just wanna stay inside
While people in the street crying why oh why
I don't really know his story
I don't really know his life
But I could see it in his laugh
I could see it in his eyes
He hadn't felt a love like this
His whole life
I think we'd all understand
If they'd all rather die
Cause they live
In tin cans
Father God
Stretch my hands
Let me please my neighbors
For their good
Kanye got it wrong
And Pablo's misunderstood
He singing bout
How Jesus really love him
How does he know it
Cause he got a roof above him
While I'm sitting in my living room
60 inch color
Wishing my wifi
Would stop going under
Father put me back
In that room
Kids laughing
But what if it's their tomb
There's so many
What if they never leave
They'll live here their whole life
I'm watching Kanye on the screen
They live
In tin cans
Father God
Stretch my hands
Let me please my neighbors
For their good
Kanye got it wrong
And Pablo's misunderstood
Mr west
I see you there
Mr Yeezus
Shouldn't you be up there
Lighting up the world
On that ultralight beam
Saving all the orphans
Where's the God dream?
Ok Walters gonna be like
Pablo, what a saint
Kanye ain't a god
We're all just tainted souls inside
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13. |
Wall
03:52
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Pictures on the wall of me and you
That painting over on the other side
All the pretty colors really make me want to cry
Years go by
Tears go dry
I say bye
I'm sorry that I lied
I'm sorry that you cry
When you hear my voice
I'm sorry that I'm fine
When I make my choice
I never wanted anything
but love
I never wanted to be
giving up
All you ever said was
don't give up
All I ever showed was that
I was all done
Mountain top
Long long drop
What a spot
To end it all
You were there
You weren't scared
Come on and pull me back
Please don't stop
I never wanted anything
To go wrong
sorry I made myself seem
So strong
Pushing toward the outside
So long
Falling down the mountain side
I'm gone
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14. |
If You're Hearing This
03:27
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I am in prison
My minds the cell
And will I be escaping
Only time will tell
Show me why I'm here
Tell me what I was made for
Hit me where it hurts
Tell me what to escape for
Here we go
Into the light now
Out of the dark
And the spotlights bright now
I told you my story
Now tell me yours
And sing it loud
Sing it proud cause
I have not died yet
Devil ain't my pilot
But We both got seats in first class
He got a look on his face like hijack
Listen this not my birthday
I been around for awhile it's a work day
I saw an airplane crash I was three years old
Not this time Im alive let's roll
For the ones who didn't make it
For the ones who cannot change it
I got a word for the kids in the dirt
Cutting lines in their mind Just to know if it hurts
If you hear this
Keep listening
Under all that mud
There's a glistening
An image of a man
On a tree and he bleeds
Lines from our minds
Flow free and he screams
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15. |
Hope / Yellow House
07:47
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Hand me a red balloon
Tell me just what to do
Now that I'm leaving you
I'm Alone
Never forget me
Never forget the truth
You left me with one last thing
Hope
I am the suicide
You are the martyr
I am the dead son
You are the father
I am a body
You are the spirit
This is my last breath
I hope you can hear it
You sent me an angel
I gave you the shoulder
This was all about me but you
You were the soldier
When I caused myself to fall
You came and you were my help
All of my pain and guilt
And when I was at my worst you gave yourself
Two suicides and a sacrifice
Death left dead but you gave me life
He wanted Tragedy every body dies
but the Devil lost hope and you gave me mine
Life is not a given
It's a series of asking over and over
"Should I give in?"
People come into your life to help you see who your are.
I guess who I am comes down to one command:
"Keep living."
I've never experienced something so beautiful
As eating spoonfuls of tollhouse cookie dough
With someone that I love.
Alone in a house full of like minded,
Keep finding a reason to keep fighting
For love.
Young brothers playing chess by the fire.
Young love playing faces in the kitchen.
I'm on a mission but the vision
Is too much of a decision
For today's inner self to make.
Take a break.
My stream of consciousness is too conscious
To be playing with the moderns
But my stories are too simple to see.
Swing sets and houses in the trees
Meet mountains and seas
But I'm okay right here in the kitchen.
When I grow old
I'll buy a house on the cul-de-sac
And I'm going to paint my house yellow.
The fire is always warm,
The sleep is always short,
And there's a big brown parlor piano.
And I hope it looks like this.
I haven't seen the devil in a couple months,
But I'm sure he'll show up on the calendar.
Give it a couple of years,
We'll sit down for a beer,
But I'll shatter an empty bottle over his head:
Dead.
Home a little too late.
Young brothers all asleep by the fire.
My love worried sick in the kitchen.
My vision's a little blurred,
My decisions are absurd,
And so I sit myself down for their sake.
Take a break.
When I grow old
I'll buy a house on the cul-de-sac
And I'm going to paint my house yellow.
The fire is always warm,
The sleep is always short,
And there's a big brown parlor piano.
And I hope it looks like this.
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