More Lyrics

Here are the lyrics to a few songs that we've written since we recorded the EP.

Sweet Potatoes

I came within inches of your face

When you reached for the same side dish that I reached for

Our hands brushed upon the ladle

I politely withdrew and refrained from eating sweet potatoes

Our eyes met and for a second

We'd not been introduced, I was taken aback

You smiled, but I turned quick away

And gave myself a bruise, ‘cause I forgot to smile back

So different, now across the room

I’ve never been quite the socialite

Hey, pretty girl, I want to talk to you

I’ve been noticing you all night

I stepped outside to clear my head

When you were making your way on to the dance floor

And I wish that I smoked cigarettes

More often than I do, because I just need an excuse to stay out here

There were too many people there

Too many decibels to enjoy a decent conversation

Sure, that’s an excuse, I don’t care

The risk of being shut down’s not worth the potential jubilation

 


The Monument

Old Grandma never did as she was told,

She could give, but never took, a scolding,

And one day I’ll be like she was.

Her mind sadly went first, simply because

Crazy is what senility does,

So I’ll build something to remind

Me of my most important times

I waited for you to step out from behind

The curtain; my dad acted to remind

Of a day-time TV talk show host,

I thought of you as I would of a ghost:

A brother’s what I always wanted most;

Both “bitter” and “sweet” were strong,

To find out I’d had one all along.

So I raise my Ebenezer,

I know something brought me here.

Is this a life-change, or a tease, or

Is it just another year?

Here’s a monument, a token

Take a moment, let it soak in,

Got a feeling I won’t want to forget this...

We climbed up on the monument to see,

What so few had seen before, the deities

Lit this one ablaze far back.

To hide ourselves from them we dressed in black,

(Trespassing’s a crime) I’ve got a knack

For enjoying little sins,

Against authorities on little whims.

So I raise my Ebenezer,

I know something brought me here.

Is this a life-change, or a tease, or

Is it just another year?

Here’s a monument, a token

Take a moment, let it soak in,

Got a feeling I won’t want to forget this...

Time, I have found to waste it is a crime

Against your posterity, but I’m

Such a foolish man fighting my fear,

That I’ll amount to nothing while I’m here,

That everything I do is just a teardrop

In the massive ocean;

I’d do great things if I could just begin.

Little Significance

Little significance, stay out of my life,

I want to mean something to somebody when I die

Mild sufficiency, “I did the right thing,”

If I were never born would it have changed anything?

Think I’ll tear this city down;

It’s not set up the way I want it.

Grow a new one from the ground

With water, seeds, and the sun shining on it.

How amazing! See its birth?

Perhaps from here I’ll found a nation!

Buildings made of trees and earth,

And better public transportation!

Vanity, vanity, I can’t help myself

I do what I do, pursuing glory and wealth

Vanity, vanity, the things I’ve long sought

I do what I do because it’s what I’ve been taught.

Bartender! Another round!

We’ll have a good time while we’re able!

The thoughts I’ve been tossing around

Are becoming more and more unstable!

I’ll sit back, let the world spin;

There’s nothing I can do about it.

How it works, to my chagrin,

Leaves me little room to doubt it

Don’t need me.

Don’t worry,

I’ll be fine.

I’ll find something,

(or I‘ll just make something up).

Safety and providence up on a cliff,

Is it truth or fiction down there in the abyss?

Sanity, sanity, come when you’re called!

If it were just that simple, perhaps I’d risk a fall.

Here I go.

Don’t yet follow.

Soon I’ll hit.

I’ll let you know.

Album Lyrics

Here are the lyrics to Shook Foil's new EP:

Lullaby For Waking Up

Da do do duh duh do do do do 

  

Swimming In The Sea

I’m just a boy going swimming in the sea

Waiting on my tidal wave to come take care of me

I’ve heard there’s a million other fish out there for me

But I'm just trying to find the right one

I’m just a boy studying philosophy

Trying to figure out exactly who I’m going to be

Truth becomes obscure when your ideas are too plenty

But I’m just trying to find the right one

Why’d You go to

A place it seems where I can’t know You?

The thought-provoking undertow

Is never going to let me go.

When You return,

I wonder what You’ll say I’ve earned?

"Depart from me, you goat, and burn."

Are You even going to show concern?

I’m just a boy trying my best to resist

Pointlessness, so scholarly, that you seem to insist

I think, therefore I can be sure that I exist,

But I can’t be so sure about you?

I’m just a boy trying my best not to worry;
Truth will come when truth will come, there’s no point to this flurry.

The devil likes to rush because the devil’s in a hurry,

So I’m just trying to slow myself down.

Why’d You go to

A place it seems where I can’t know You?

The thought-provoking undertow

Is never going to let me go.

When You arrive,
The target of a billion eyes,
We'll laugh because it's no surprise;
Don't know what was going through my mind!

Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man

I, the bride, will have my questions answered only if I can

Lie and wait nightlong, purchase plenty oil in advance

Raise high the roof beam, carpenter!

A Bit Of Levity

Let's write a song in the sand,

Something that's profound, something we can't stand;

Let's write it by the ocean,

So it'll wash out when the tide comes in.

Don't get distracted, I've got something to say!

And even if I don't, you'll hear this song I wrote and think it's something, anyway,

We work, we write, we live (we try),

And whether good or bad, in the end we die,

And not a one of us gets a chance to stay.

Dear friend, oh, dearest stranger,

Think we're in danger, think we're in sin;

Let's bring a bit of levity,

To all this brevity that we're trapped in.

Las Palabras

We're not sure, we don't speak Spanish.

Second Hand

A daily cup of coffee, 

A weekly wood-tipped Jewel,

I can't survive without stimulants in my body,

A masochistic kind of cool.

Despising my behavior,

Yet somehow unwilling to change,

Imagining it would be easier,

If everybody knew my name.

The second hand is lucky,

In its circle it can stay,

It knows that it completes the purpose it was made for

Every second, every day.

The Prayer of St Franny

Over-taught, my thoughts become a haze,

Reason flees, neuroticism stays,

I'm having the most self-destructive days,

Just trying to imitate the pilgrim's ways.

I'm over analyzing,

I crave a new simplicity,

So let my natural heartbeat be:

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.

Mother Bessie thinks I've gone insane,

Brother Zooey's started with his games,

He's turned this moment's sacrament profane,

I'm no better, I've called your name in vain.

The way I've gone's become a sin,

Now nothing more than emotion,

If I'm to know You, let me in.

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.

God instructs the heart through pain and contradiction,

What in God's name is going on in me,

A broken glass, filled to the brim with confusion,

Redeem me, Lord, from my piousness.