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Poor Attitude
02:26
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Your sweater clung to your frame.
The breeze blew by and you
Called out my name.
Like a warm February day,
I forgot myself and I,
Didn’t know what to say.
My drippy nose,
My scratchy throat.
My false sense of security,
Looming over me,
And you.
And you’re poor attitude.
And you’re poor attitude.
You’ve got a poor attitude.
I hate you’re poor attitude
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2. |
Serenity
02:29
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So we come across as different,
And we come across as true.
We’re coming across the airwaves,
And we’re coming live to you.
And i’m locked behind the window,
And i’m locked inside this room.
Hiding from the reavers,
And the other monsters too.
I could go to bed,
Or stay out all night,
Try and make it right,
soft yellow light
I’ll catch every whisper,
I’ll trudge through all the mud.
To try to make you smile again,
I’ll catch the lightning bug.
And i’m waiting by my window,
And i’m waiting by the phone.
For anything to happen,
For a reason to leave home.
This shiny life,
Is so so bright,
Cause You and I,
Make it alright.
And in my worst nightmares,
I’m not even there.
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3. |
Feathers & Stones
02:05
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You’re a feather and I’m a stone,
I’m always dragging you down,
Even when I’m at my best,
You could still do better than this.
If you could see inside my mind,
You’d know I think of you all of the time,
But on the outside looking in,
It’s like i’m full of discontent.
I could quit my job,
And then we could run,
Wouldn’t that be fun.
Tell me what’s inside your head,
I pick up on signals better than,
But instead I’m just a chump who
Leaves the front door open.
I know the wait is all the risk, I
Feel like I’m floating.
Through a life I don’t quite get.
Am I the only one feeling this.
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4. |
Buzzer Barn
03:21
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I miss You Blew It. I should have knew it.
All things must pass they say,
But I just wanted them to stay.
I can’t conform to, All that was true and Blue.
My beliefs have issues, And I just want to fit in.
I have no reason to believe In any one or anything
So let’s let the record show, And all be sure to tell our ghosts
My buzzard barn is filling up.
My shitty car is taking a dump,
We’re all freezing in a super 8 motel.
And the dirty sheets can’t hide the smell.
I’m trying not to think about you
For the first time i’m living for myself
I’m apologizing for everything I’ve done,
And I’m learning how to live without someone
I have no reason to believe, In anyone or anything
I find myself searching for some answers
Somewhere on your machine
Somewhere on your machine
I can’t Let It Be.
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5. |
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What evil force drives your mind?
When you’re stuck at the end of the line,
And there's nothing else around,
You're just looking for hallowed ground.
It’s like you’ve fallen off your bike,
And you’ve hit the bottom of the dike.
There’s nowhere else to run,
This terror can’t be out done.
It’s coming for you,It’s coming for me,
It’s getting to you,It’s getting to me.
It’s the evil force that drives it far.
What evil force drives the Car!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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6. |
Vector Victor
03:55
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I’ve thought about it for a long time, 20 years or so
I’ll never stop living in my mind, Cause that’s all i know
I’ve thought about it for a long time More time than
I can dream. The back of my brain is all I need to see
I’m talking metaphorically but i mean it quite literally
What the heck can i do with a lack of experience
Total blatant negligence and only one pair of dress shoes
What do you wanna x2 What do you wanna be?
And how are you gonna x2 How are you gonna see?
Ummm, I’m not quite dreaming, these..
These things i’m feeling.
They’re there. Yeah, they’re there.
I’ve felt them in books, movies, records...
Certain large rooms.
Yeah, vhs tapes will come back.
Tapes will come back.
That gum you like is going to come back in style
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7. |
Sad Christmas
03:56
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Frost piles up on my window,
And i’m shivering down to the bone.
As I scrape and thaw my windows,
I confess to myself.
“Christmases come and Christmases go,
Sometimes they all blur together.
But this year I definitely know,
This one won't be one to remember.”
I can’t forget all these sad holidays,
Family and friends that
weren’t supposed to end.
I can’t forget this melon collie feeling,
That comes with the chill of Christmas again.
This year everything’s on sale,
But all my friends have set sail.
To do much better things,
With much better meaning.
And my Christmas tree,
Is really lacking the feeling.
This year we’ll do what we always do,
Make the best out of the worst.
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8. |
Wakita, Head On
04:01
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Contamination is the only thing,
Keeping me outside my mind.
Speaking clearly and so desperately,
Pretending like I don’t mind.
Contemplating my mortality,
Eating tractors for my lunch.
Spacing out to the sound of total fuzz,
Getting lost inside my stuff.
Here it comes,
Here it comes,
Dead set on destruction,
Dead set on destruction
Contamination is the only thing,
Keeping my head on.
I’ll never compromise my time,
I’m just too headstrong.
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9. |
Doodle Poodle
04:54
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It’s never been so explained, that question we ask ourselves. Then we forget the words, and never take any action.
And how do we bring it up, that which makes us feel useless. That’s why we bury it deep, and just let it fester.
But if someone tells you something you better listen.
You’re the kind of guy who thinks no one will ever know you. So you flip the page in a book you never even turn to. Then you tell a joke and no one's laughing at it but you do it again, and again and again, yeah.
And so where does it end? All the arguments in circles. Until one of us snaps, and the other is running. I don’t know where to begin, I feel like I’m all out of words. Maybe I’m just a loser, and becoming redundant. But I’ll be damned if they think I am going quiet.
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10. |
What We Are
04:39
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It’s getting to me, It’s getting to be.
I feel like i’m gone. I can’t forget,
And i won’t let. A song.
Define my path, Because where i’m at
Could be wrong.
I’m coming to terms. With who I am.
(and what we are)
I miss you to death, And I can’t forget
That song, Our song
I tell myself, I’m relativeLy young.
That’s my excuse,That’s why I refuse
To let go.
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12. |
Pukwudgie
10:32
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Wood walking, late one night.
Strange talking, unexpected fright.
Strange creatures, about three feet tall.
Disappearing, in front of us all.
Longfellow's musings are true.
Now these creatures, might be after you.
Get me out of here I swear,
These things are making me scared.
Strange creatures, magnetic pull.
Lure you off the cliffs, below.
Once friendly, now he’s not our friend.
Treat them kindly, or you’ll find your end.
Longfellow's musings are true,
Now these creatures, might be after you.
Get me out of here I swear,
These things are making me scared.
Furry creatures, magnetic pull.
Lure you to your death below.
Bring me home, I don’t want to go. X2
Get me out of here I swear,
These things are making me scared.
Strange creatures, Ewa chu.
Now they might be after you.
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Plunkett Woodhull, Illinois
Meeting in their freshmen P.E. class, Jake Messman, Jacob Beck and Timothy Yates quickly found a common interest in music. Later that year they formed a band that would eventually become Plunkett. Plunkett has a wide range of influences ranging from Van Halen to Pavement, writing melodic, guitar driven songs. ... more
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