First Release - Karate

I knew a love

That could scare all the wings off the doves

Outside my window as they’d stretch out their lungs

From rooftop to rooftop it would come

With new weather as the blank dormers stared

At each other in the thick Autumn air

Was that Allston in late 89

Or some other place, some other time?

Anyway

It doesn’t change what I’m trying to say

It’s just that something seems to be missing these days

Come’s still around but the band doesn’t play

Gone is gone from Discovery piles

Chinatown seems like 3 more miles

And I can hardly discern between styles

Or kids' twisted looks, and genuine smiles

Now, when I’m alone

I want to feel like one kid getting stoned

Only to keep things a little more clear

Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea

And when I’m with you

I want to notice everything as we do

To catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red

From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets

You know that all was both heaven and Hell for me

Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy

Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more

And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor

The bedroom floor

Now I’ve got some friends

They’ve been hanging around since God knows when

They still like to tell me each and every time

I mouth off or get out of line

But these days I know to watch what I say

Although I still do things my own way

I still spin the same sounds for these unsatisfied ears

Because there’s always something new, something new to hear

You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me

Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy

Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more

And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor

I should not have left that shit go for so cheap

I wish I still had that first release

I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet

I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I

could leave

Some things I could leave

Now, when I’m alone

I want to feel like one kid getting stoned

Only to keep things a little more clear

Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea

And when I’m with you

I want to notice everything as we do

To catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red

From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets

You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me

Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy

Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more

And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor

I should not have left that shit go for so cheap

I wish I still had that first release

I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet

I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I

could leave

Some things I could leave

Some things I could leave

Some things I could leave