We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Incredible Tales from the X​-​Class

by Peck

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Unauthorized reproduction and file-sharing of this recording is encouraged and not a violation of anything.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $5 USD

     

1.
Well its one for the brave. But its a whole nother story when it stumbles your way, cuz this is it: The one lasting thing you're gonna never forget. Its a trip. In every way, in every bone, its the house on the hill that ain't got nobody home. Its ingrained like the sweet malted barley that's been calling your name like a saint. It may just be grief that's gotten hold of me. Well its the one, final chance for you to reap what you sow, but now there's no one at the wheel who's got control of the road. Getting deep with a bottle of somethin hiding under the seat. And you can keep to yourself and you can silently mourn or you can ask for help from those who've seen this shadow before. But your weak. And its so hard to see what he intended to be, just to pass it on and on. I'm gonna pass it on and on. And now every night as I'm going to sleep, I see the same damn image in front of me. Cuz now every time I drink, I see his body in a basement of concrete. And now the only person that I want to see, is on the other fucking side of the country. And I've never really know regret, but I feel so sorry. It may just be grief that's gotten hold of me.
2.
We mean what we say But we like the day to day things But who we think that we're fooling anyways We wander this city at night With wallets the size of our eyes And cast aside the shame of living a lie We dress for life at a glance The avenue's an old runway dance The glamour of rips in jeans and passing romance We mean to pretend Of leaving some meaning and then We rattle and whine like we're children in play pens again And all the while we lie to our friends And all the while we lie on our taxes...again And all the time we try to live up to something that we Can't define We see it in seats on the A line Improvement so easy to find We're broken and so we're susceptible most of the time So we got no ethics for work But ain't nothing that we don't deserve If given chance we'll take what we can from the earth And all the while we lie and why not Yeah all the while we lie about the shit that we got And all the time we try to live up to something that we Can't define And all the while we lie to our friends Yeah all the while we lie to our ourselves...yet again And all the time we try to live up to something that we Can't define
3.
Everybody's got something on me I got the bill collector on the line and he's on the trail of my money And she says you don't do enough and I've got to agree Everybody's got something on me You better study fast now If you're gonna try to figure me out You better get your act down Before you get to foolin around Oh, oh if wishing made it so, but everybody's got something to say I find it funny but it ain't that funny, cuz they never say that shit to your face Just repeating what your reading in the magazine to keep the conversation safe Everybody's got something to say You better talk fast now Or you ain't never getting it out You better put that drink down Before you try to turn it around Oh, everybody's got a secret to keep Well I don’t tell my lady that when I sleep I tend to cheat and be a creep They say the Agency's a smooth operation and I've got to agree Everybody's got a secret to keep You better get smart now Because the truth it finds a way to get out You better lock that shit down Before they try and spread it around Cuz they will They always try and spread it around
4.
Don't you worry, the attention I can take But be slow to show me the rest cuz I can wait I'm restless only when left to look around Its been a lonely tired right hand affair until now I laughed at the first times when you got what you deserved We said and did a wealth of things without the use of words We pushed our beds together, it left room to get around I ain’t the only one been lonely mama hold me and now Don't you worry, the attention I can take Be slow to show me the moves cuz this gonna end by mistake Believe me, you're about to come around
5.
We've got the stare of some shiftless despair We saw it comin we just could not prepare for the Rollercoaster ride that don't go nowhere And like electrons relegated To our orbits potential fucking wasted Give us grief cuz we've already embraced it We won't sign no dotted line An epidemic city wide The second wave of cocaine and lies Just look down Bedford somewhere around Somewhere around midnight for the... Starving artist and rock star parade Broken dreams on this makeshift stage In every bar there's a brand new star Just waiting to shine But it ain't your time And we're so hip that it hurts Doin eight balls in lines we can rehearse Tight jeans baby and ironic t-shirts We've got the image but there ain't nothing there Our whole dynamic dissipates in the air Give us death cuz we've got nothing to share
6.
It Is 04:06
You and I are one and the same Sleeping dogs they lie in the way I know what I know I keep straight but I'm feigning the cool This dance of fools and majority rules I know what I know I hold hands with a ghost on the street Steps cautious like the end of the week I know what I know Drinking whiskey's never given me much But now I'm loving all the shades of its touch I know what I know Like a pair of cold hands on your shoulders Something don't feel right And like a warm day in winter or a house full of sinners I'm scared of what's in sight Its been six years of questions and there's never been an answer I guess they don't exist So I say it is what it is Oh mama when you walk in the room Its like the devil sent his fallen angels up just for you I know what I know Baby you had better run while you can Cuz I'm never gonna fold while I got this kinda hand But I'll hold these cards as long as I know But its the never knowing nothing now that keeps us at bay But if we're watching as we're sinking from the holes of decay Well lets go and do what we know I been reading all the papers and its making me ill Cuz if you're ever taken from me I'll be itching to kill I know what I know Like a pair of cold hands on your shoulders Something don't feel right And like a warm day in winter or a house full of sinners I'll be shaken down tonight Its been ten years of questions and there's never been no answers I guess they don't exist So I resign to say it is what it is
7.
Give me a song so slow and sweet She say's "write one with me in mind" Then I've seen how she stares at the ceiling and Settles for my kind This ain't no feigning of interest This is the way that it is From brooklyn to boston and back Now i'm tired and I ain't got time for this So I'm bound to let her down Unless we all in denial Unless I'm foolin myself now I ain't gonna be no kinda money makin Character just letting himself down I ain't no friend of my fathers no Playing weddings at 55 To be so scared of failure in life That you ain't never even really tried So I'm bound to be let down Its that same old tired line Now throw it back at me Give it right back to me in time Its that same old story line We gonna make it And to the games that we've given in Of playing dress up and drinking wine And vying for attention from a Generation lying paralyzed If this ain't what i been built for Then there ain't nothing else It ain't the bar or makin coffee Or saving up for that house in the hills So i'm bound to be left out
8.
Such a shame How wait we wait To be saved To be saved And every claim that we make to haste Just reinforces our place As some kind of servant class wishing And clinging still to a vision Of a silver bullet way to be safe But just like all that money we put away We can never be saved No you ain't what you think You're just another empty seat on the train No you ain't what you say No you ain't what you think It ain't rebellion just to drink and behave No you ain't what you say Such a shame How be built this straw man Just to pick him apart to complain And after all the talk of history made We stayed exactly the same Throwing tears back into tissues Stomping our feet at the misuse Of this polluted chamber, what did we say There could be million ways to spin into waste Just reinforcing our place

about

themes include:

* self-deprecation
* comments on widespread personal/social hypocrisy
* self-loathing stemming from failure anxiety disorder
* self-deprecation
* death

credits

released April 15, 2011

Produced by Chris Peck and Joshua Sadlier-Brown
Mixed by Joshua Sadlier-Brown
Recorded by A Cast of Characters
Mastered by Larry Lachmann

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Peck Brooklyn, New York

Peck Sounds is the very true story of Brooklyn singer/songwriter and engineer/producer Chris Peck. Themes and motifs include (but are not limited to): self-deprecation, studio recording, live performance, sarcastic wordplay, and social critique. @iamchrispeck for social media. ... more

contact / help

Contact Peck

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Peck, you may also like: