Kamea

by Bike Tuff

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released October 18, 2016

All music by Bike Tuff, lyrics by N. Richards. Engineered and Mixed by Rick Johnson at Cold War Studios in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Mastered by Joel Hatstat in Athens, Georgia. Artwork by Travis Lacey at Ravenseye Studios.

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Track Name: Ride Alone
I’ve gotta go, for just a day
To ride alone, but I’ll keep your fingertips close
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I feel I’m getting stronger
We’ll seize the day tomorrow

Slumping down in the soft light of the big screen television
I am finally alone in the definition
Decompress as the heads drone
Forget for a second my anxiety

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I feel I’m getting stronger
I haven’t been hungry in at least a week
Obsessed with eating my company

Always listening and never giving

I crushed a can down on Burdick
The pain pulls in mysterious ways
You are about ready to be done with me
I’ve got adjustments to make

It’s not about you, no it’s not about us
It’s solitary and clean in my headspace at least

I’ve gotta go
So come on are ya with me?
Track Name: Spit the Spirit
I stick a fork in the socket, I pray that I will explode
Intense self-loathing breeds a total lack of control
I stick a fork in my dreams I could be anyone else
Counting my sins in bed won’t see the day I’m sleep bound

Shame on me, I am the death that I see
Spit the spirit but I’m too drunk to party
Casting shade on my family tree
We had some happy days but now it’s time to turn around and fuck it up

I stick a fork in the socket, I pray that I will explode
The poison that I suck is never good enough around here
I take the fork to the city
I lace the road with bad blood
Demons dancing in my eyes, receiving visions from the venom

Shame on me, I am the death that I see
Spit the spirit but I’m too drunk to party
Steal the keys from my mate melancholy
OK, I swiped your car but you were bringing me down
And you know you were a shitty friend anyway

Was I good enough, good enough?

Broken sidewalks bringing me down
How the earth cracks through the pavement, revealing the ground

Was I good enough, good enough? No

I can’t say you are any better than me though
Track Name: Colorado
I still think you’re the one, an unrequited love
Dance circles through my dreams, make me feel so seventeen
Even I wouldn’t ask me, even I wouldn’t ask me
To be a part of your perfect life
To be a fly that laps the sweat off of the back of your neck
The rock you clench in your fist
A keepsake from your time out west in Colorado
When you were 16, 900 miles with your family
Did you think about me in Colorado?

Hopeless, rejected bathetic
Did you forget about me?
Track Name: Just Give it a Week
You are going home, I was not there
I’m a selfish fuck, absorbed without an excuse
I wouldn’t call me again, you shouldn’t call me again
Forget my name, my face, and then find someone better for you

Just give it a week
I’ve been avoiding this
Take no memory
Things will get better

You are going home, I was not there
I’m a selfish fuck

Just give it a week
I’ve been avoiding this
Take no memory
Things will get better

Pleading for my conscience spared, fingers crossed, I’ll do what’s right
Bat your lashes ‘til I’m bare, 40 days and 40 nights
Define my life to be with you or part completely
Oh, kill me freely or just forget about it

Come over, a simple out
Easier to wash my mouth and walk away
I never draw these lines straight
Erase, erase, erase
There’s no vindication
Your tongue stings as bees pour out
I was carried by the cloud

Pleading for my conscience spared, fingers crossed I’ll do what’s right
Bat your lashes ‘til I’m bare, 40 days and 40 nights
Define my life to be with you or part completely
Oh, kill me freely

What’s human inside of me does not care
Track Name: Does Whiskey Count as Beer?
Tell me again of life when you were young
In the absence of motive and no identity crush
Don’t mince your words, don’t spare the bloody details
The foyer sleeps three when it smells of kerosene

The softly decaying details sway with the western winds
And I can’t resist the urge to drive past our old house
The porch lights still flicker on and cover up the face of someone else who is young

When I close my eyes, the devil’s waiting for me
Walked right in the crosshairs, and I fell asleep
I’ve been taking advantage of unconditional love
But I’ve still got a conscience, there in lies the rub

It’s just when I close my eyes, you tell me the worst
Track Name: Jumpman with a Hammer
Check the thermostat, still stuck at 96 - how can you justify that?
I’ve got a fever that I can’t sweat out, it’s got me turning in fits
I don’t have to tell you this world is not a good place
Fighting tooth and nail, trying to make my spaces feel safe
What can I do now?

You wanna break a bottle to feel a bit bigger as if you had any control
It’s coming at your head like a redwood splinter, there’s no stopping it now
You’re clutching at the throttle trying to hit the speed of light to take you into the future
I hear it could be better there

Check the thermostat, still stuck at 96 - how can you justify that?
I’ve got a fever that I can’t sweat out, it’s got me turning in fits
Like the tempest I drone onto flat faces of stone
Disgust laid centuries thick, it takes too long to erode
I’m losing my grip now

So what do you do?
Come on, do tell

The stars you count are buried by the city
The ebb and flow of the tumultuous glow
Those dreams you had are buried by the city
Track Name: Cecil Fielder Didn't Have to Take This Shit, and Neither Do I
I’ve been putting up these paintings in my room to cover up the bloodstains
And yeah, I’m fucking boring
I’ve got that Hokusai you dull your eyes on, shifting, waiting for the nurse’s call
Never nervous though, this cough will escape you
But I’ve been stuck on you ever since that firefly conjured light
Right between our hands clasped tight
Though the magic escaped us
Life is never that romantic, come on…

Doubt you remember that night I took your keys away
Because I fucking loved you
We crashed matchbox cars trying to maneuver the bed frame
And you left when you came

I know you don’t hate me, there’s no blood on your fingers
But these past few months, I feel you’ve been my bedroom walls
Now my hands are bloody and these waves swell up and crush me
Such an endearing embrace, my veins, these prints and your face

Doubt you remember that night I took your keys away
Because I fucking loved you
We crashed matchbox cars trying to maneuver the bed frame

I know you don’t hate me, I know that you’re scared
But it’s humbling you won’t fight for me when I’m always there
Track Name: Boy on Mount Fuji
I found something easier
The money doesn’t cry
I found something easier
Call me Salta, you Kamea, don’t be scared to write back
But I found something easier
The money doesn’t cry
Track Name: Easier
I don’t wanna talk now, don’t wanna have this conversation here
In your parents’ living room, I shut my eyes, but the pain in my chest sears

You can’t fight falling in love
It’s what we all do
It’s the sun in the sky, it’s the tears in your eyes
Disintegration of life, it’s how the world turns

Can we go to sleep now? The torture rambles on into oblivion
I can’t find a reason to fix this, we’re too old to get out
But I found something easier, the money doesn’t cry
Objective satisfaction is easier, no emotion is better

Picture myself in hotel room suites
What’s sweeter, dying broke or alone?
The reaper don’t care if you’re one or two
When he comes to collect you

I found something easier, the money doesn’t cry
Objective satisfaction is easier, no emotion is better

Kamea I fell in love
Picture myself in hotel room suites
Come save me before I die alone
Come save me, come save me, come save me, come
Track Name: The Distance on the Map
Slumped down into some bed
I wrap my mind around the riddle that is you in my head
My broken silver compass won’t stop spinning
A single engine airplane propeller take me anywhere

Bend to lace your shoes, finger traces the distance on the map
Separating sticky floors and midnight rides through the city
From the impossible mess of the day before
Stitch the gaps with sewing machines
Our barren bodies wrapped from the in-between

Kamea we're going home
Gather your friends and I’ll call up my family
No empty promises, constant eternally

Bend to lace your shoes, I am silver on the map
Caught between the tracks, I ride alone
Call me Salta, you Kamea, don’t be scared to write back
When you receive my requests penned to paper and then carefully carried by the postman

Kamea we're going home
Gather your friends and I’ll call up my family
No empty promises, constant eternally

It’s the lump in my throat, it’s the breaking of bones
It’s the two hours home, yeah, it gets me thinking
Track Name: Bad Ink
I took your picture off the wall
The corner cobwebs stalled me, but I couldn’t keep it up
Your memory will disappear abruptly
A fresh coat of paint drips down the faded square your face left in my room

It’s not forgive and forget this time
I’ve got your name on my chest
Now it’s just bad ink
That’s what you said to me
Tired eyes drift through our letters
Forgotten prose whispers that I am alone
Tears that you’ll never know

I hardly see my friends anymore
And when I do, we never dream about what next year has in store
We just trip over the past

I knew you were right but I never told you
Every single time you were right I never told you
And now I understand that I broke your spirit
I abandoned your hand
I let the world turn dark on you

It’s not forgive and forget this time
I’ve got your name on my chest
Now it’s just bad ink
That’s what you said to me
Tired eyes drift through our letters
Forgotten prose whispers that I am alone
Tears that you’ll never know

Now I understand that I broke your spirit
I abandoned your hand
I let the world turn dark on you