Gabby

Gabby, I'd hoped that one day we'd get to see this through
Maybe you'd come for me and I could cover you
But this is not a pop song. Run away from here or never get anywhere
I built this war machine of parts from every headstrong little girl who stood over there

Gabby, I'm not your life but you're hardly Christ, I swear
See how I've drawn your blood, my redemption wasn't there
Ambitious little pop star, deeper than every diversion you're caught up in
you want the same thing that we all say in the quiet, for this life to not hurt again

You're like a brother, tell me all the things I never knew
You're like a sister, tell me what it was they said to you
If what I'll know by then now is true
then everything turned out okay, Gabby

I've been in two worlds, they were mine and yours. They hardly shared anything
I put a universe between them in my favorite dream. You probably never hear me sing

You're like a brother, tell me all the things I never knew
You're like a sister, tell me what it was they said to you
If what I'll know by then now is true
then everything turned out okay, Gabby

Now all the people in the world are in their right place, boy and girl
It's hard to say who's right or wrong when everybody's come undone
Now all the people in the world are in their right place, boy and girl
It's hard to say I'm right or wrong, my privileged place within the poem

Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, bass, guitar, synth
Josh Hanlon: synth
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: drums
Jace Lasek: shaker


I Thought I Could Save You

I don't have the words to say, the lyrics to repeat
or a light to show what's barely out of reach
I thought I could save you

In my pocket there's a poem I wrote
it's sewn away for the day I'm down to felt and head for home
I thought I could save you

I know that underneath the bridge 
there's more than enough to drown us in


Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocal, synth, guitar, bass, violin
Marian Brackney: violin
Darwin Martin: bridge synth
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: drums


All the Words I Know

It's not like we can see above the trees
in our terrarium thrown in the sea

We all waited but you never came 
to give a damn. It's all the same

Oh, Parmenides what did you mean
when you moved your lips to yell at me
"Don't look so proud of me. I've not done anything"

We all waited but you never came
Nostalgia's code in our machines

Could let me change my mind, you could martyr me in wine
Let good and kindred go, these are all the words I know
These are all the words I know
These were all the words I know


Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, synth, guitar, bass
Ivy Nadine: vocals
Evan Jacobs: synth
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: drums


this

this is all I can do
It's everything I could ever muster to say to you
this is all I can do
It's everything I can do. It's everything I can do

I'd love you
Tie my feet
Bind my eyes

If this were another world
maximally great state of affairs, then I could be more
But this is all I can do
It's all I can be to you. It's everything I can do

I'd love you
Tie my feet
Bind my eyes
Tie my feet
Burn my eyes

Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, guitar, synth
Jack Sargent: synth, glockenspiel


How to Build a Hole

Take these seven plastic things, sacraments to you and me
Retire to the sky. I'll take my leave into the sea

Maybe we're not innocent even if you like it better than what we believed

I know how to build a hole higher than the one we know
You first saw it in a dream. You told me in a palindrome

Maybe we're not innocent even if you like it
Oh, I know you'd trade your kingdom for one just like it

I know they told us down the road there's no one to love us
I know they told us at the end there's no one to love us


Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, synths, guitars, bass, glockenspiel, saw
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: drums
Ivy Nadine: vocals
Amy Thornhill: vocals
Marian Brackney: saw
Josh Ortiz: strings


All of the Above

I think your love is half the reason I believed in shapes and colors
Your world of spontaneity is wholly other
You told us there's no green in blue
Who'd have believed it? Love would cure everyone you knew
Cause in this breed, I can't be wanted like I need

I felt your touch
It's now the monster in my dream
When it's all over, let's all go plant an apple tree
Cause in this breed, I can't be wanted like I need

Sunday morning we gave the wind to the trees as their inheritance to do with as they please
Ain't that like you and me to give a fruit that we weren't even gonna eat?
But as for me and my deepest want, I'm sure I never found a thing to correspond
I never told you my fantasies are all that I could be content with anyone

Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, synth, guitar, bass
Krista Miller: vocals
Mitchell Smithey: pedal steel
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: Drums

Meg

Meg, it's not your fault
Your mom carved the stone, all I have is chalk, Meg
Meg, I had this thought
You won't set aside whatever you were taught, Meg

You were told what you know
What you know, let it go, Meg

Once again you ask me, "why?", Meg
Why she dies vicariously once again

You were told what you know
(We're never meant to see the sun)
What you know, let it go, Meg

Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, guitar, synth, bass, drum programming
Ivy Nadine: vocals
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: drums

The Flavor of Regret

Come for me
I hate to ask you
I might need you to
I’d do the same for you
Come for me
I wouldn’t dream of
but at the brink of
a season I don’t know what

Amen, amen, amen
That’s what I meant
Amen, amen

Come for me
It never seemed right
I haven’t been quite the open book I implied
Come for me
They never could see
my sleeves all wiped clean, all of my closets pristine

Amen, amen, amen
That’s what I meant
Amen, amen

Everything that we steal’s the flavor of regret and fleeting
It’s nothing but to say that God himself will deal
all our bodies long to feel
all the value we could win
it’s the marrow of our sin
our chief end

Words/Music by Mark Cuthbertson
Produced by Mark Cuthbertson and Jace Lasek

Mark Cuthbertson: vocals, synth, guitar, bass, glockenspiel
Jesse Chandler: flute, piano, celeste
Mark "Bucky" Wheaton: drums