Giraffes - The Days Are Filled With Years - Lyrics

Giraffes is Chris Ballew's (Presidents / PUSA) solo project.

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Giraffes (Chris Ballew from the Presidents Of The USA / PUSA) - The Days Are Filled With Years - Lyrics


Giraffes in The Underworld

Instrumental song



Kill The Cake

way up high above this bacterial planet
there's an object free of mold
hovering on the horizon there
all the more attractive 'cause it's already sold

I want to kill the cake
I know you do too for goodness sake
lets go kill the cake
it tempts the millions just hovering on a plate
let's go kill the cake
there's only two slices left
sparkle studded frosting inside
everything is going so right
it feels good to eat something so perfect that you begin to shine

once upon a time I killed the perfect pie
'cause happy days and sun were rolling by now I
want to kill the cake
you got a problem with that then go murder a steak
because something so perfect shouldn't go on too damn long


Black Shadow

big party until the break of dawn
wait in a corner 'til the guests are gone
trickle out of there and tickle my toe
the feeling starts to flow taking over me

black shadow wherever you go
everything is fine then you creep in through the vine
and you killing all the good time

it's six o'clock and dinnertime is here
this hotel room and this dark and dirty beer
Arizona is buzzing outside
as I try to hide you did find me

black shadow wherever you go
everything is fine you creep in through the vine
and you killing all my good time

black shadow you block out the sun
black shadow wherever I go
black shadow you soak up the fun
black shadow you don't make a sound



Drunk on The Sweepings

I had a whole hell of a lot
now a little bit is all that I've got
sold it whole and bit by bit
crammed and pushed it and squished it till it fit
I don't smoke sip or swallow no drug
so you can skip me all together when you're passin' your jug, I am

drunk on the sweepings
sipped and on ice
drunk on the sweepings
tasting alright

if you horde and stash and stockpile all your love
you should stop and check you may have enough
and the extras dribble over the side
but a drop won't keep me satisfied
I never get to sample the winnings
but if the drops don't stop I'll be swimming in the trimmings

drunk on the sweepings
sipped and on ice
drunk on the sweepings
tasting alright

it's a strange and desperate kind of taste
I'm slurping what would surely go to waste
I got garbage pails and satin silk covers
if you can't decide take half of one leave six dozen of the other
but it ain't no real big deal
to leave the fruit and eat the stinky old peel, I am

drunk on the sweepings
sipped and on ice
drunk on the sweepings
tasting alright


Easy Phantom

Instrumental Song


Gone Again Gone


well I knew a gifted man stayed sixteen all his days
a dry and dark romantic who vanished in the haze
and he stood all tall and saintly with his Perry Mason poems
and his customized spirit chuckling sly and quiet mumbling
and we all leaned in to listen to the solid gold instructions
when he got up from the party and left us all alone without his song

and it did not work out for us just like we planned so I'm gone
and it did not work out for us just like we planned gone again gone

there was a preacher with a weakness for lurking late at night
he found an evil congregation squinting in the moonlight
and all those pickle-hearted sinners had all lined up for the winnings
and the devil dangled every evil deed he ever tempted
when a train made of promises came rumbling to the station
while conductors offered solid gold and whistled for the sinners to get on

and it did not work out for us just like we planned so I'm gone
and it did not work out for us just like we planned gon
When She's Drunk
she only loves me when she's drunk
she only wants me to drive her home
she only wants me to tuck her in
she only needs me to close the door behind me
she only loves me when she's drunk


Bone Dry

I'm empty so pinch me hard
let me know I'm living with a wink
dust bowl dry soul please
pop my top and fill me with a drink

had her in my hand but I don't know how to talk with my hand
bone dry's all I am bone dry bone dry
had her in my hand but I don't know how to talk with my hand
bone dry's all I am
bone dry bone dry nothing really matters when your this bone dry

water where are you?
I huddle close to her subtle purr
it's hotter 'cause I caught her now
I don't know when to touch or what to do

I had her in my hand but I don't know how to talk with my hand
bone dry's all I am bone dry bone dry
had her in my hand but I don't know how to talk with my hand
bone dry's all I am
bone dry bone dry nothing really matters when your this bone dry


Cypress Ghost

Instrumental Song


Mess of Doubt

I had me a shacky overlooking the bay
It floated away and now I'm sleeping 'neath the stars at night
me and my good friend searched high and low and low and high
we were livin' in a can in the middle of the road
signed a lease and then the can got towed

right now nothings glued down my life is just a mess of doubt

then a fat cat with a thorny tail slid out from under my mountain of doubt
told me he could fix my future I signed the deal and then I wanted right out
I thot and thot and thot and thot and thot and thot and thot about time
and I wonder what's in store from where I sit
getting rid of the dinner from the night before and I realize that

right now nothings glued down my life is just a mess of doubt

I got a bunch in junk in my bunk left all my waste down in the dust
threw it all into the trunk and put a sign on my car says death or bust
now that time is slowing down I find I'm wiggling free
feels good to be me relaxed enough to spiral down
relax and watch the sun come out

right now nothings glued down my life is just a mess of


Room Forever

eyes closed ears plugged with cotton
I will never believe him
mirrors have all been windows
I am never to reach me...am I?

stuck in this room forever

space and time please take me
how I would love to travel
love to float on forever
how I would love to travel...but I'm

stuck in this room forever

blood red rooster's overflowing
now I can not be all knowing
I tried and tried and found my tribe
the roosters guts are spilling out from inside
and the planets I needed to touch
are there and I love 'em so much
space is empty and frictionless
gasses are soupy and formless
blown apart by these images
why can't I remember this my

eyes closed ears plugged with cotton
teeth are whittled and rotten
hair is falling and forgotten
tattoos are fighting from shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to shoulder I'm

stuck in this room forever


Burned by a Summer

summertime flies and leaves us all blind
'till we drown in a beer built for two
and I wonder a lot do you wonder out loud?
for if you answered me now I'd hear you

there's no moon in the sky and I don't wish there were
there's no lights on in the lighthouse where we kissed
there's no pain in my feet thought the rocks have been sharpened
and if you were here you'd surely be pissed

and the same road back seems twice as long as to there
and I guess this is how I must learn
that I should not have played with fire under your heart
for in the end it is I being burned


Headphone Sunset

Instrumental song


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