Drive Home

by cranes are flying

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $3 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
05:53
5.
05:51

about

recorded at Cha-Cha'Razzi in Philadelphia in 2012/2013.

credits

released November 5, 2013

written and performed by cranes are flying. drums - Adam Fergurson, bass - John W. Wilder, guitars - Ryan Patrick, vocals & guitars - Robin Carine. produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Robin Carine.
cover image by Adam Fergurson.

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

cranes are flying Philadelphia

Code Switching coming AUG 2017

shows

contact / help

Contact cranes are flying

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Deeper We Dive
respond in kind several minutes or hours hence
like you're my chemical analog
what i had in mind wasn't the loss of your innocence
guess we get roped into lots of things
keep it alive via satellite
with static divides amplified by the night

eclipsed by thoughtless and irrational back-brain motives
is any semblance of sanity
while we leave bruises all over each other's bodies nightly
with psychic ones in the works for sure
but you're saying that it's alright
and i'm feeling like i'm alright
politeness hides what politeness hides

is this frightening, likely or unlikely
in spite of me i jumped ship, so reciprocate

can you savor it?
oceans of water
explosions that fodder
emotional falter

kidding aside, staple your hide to mine
deeper we dive, deeper we dive

is this frightening, likely or unlikely
in spite of me i jumped ship, so reciprocate
Track Name: Strange Little Lemmings
rote recitations ineffective
we're strange and fearless little lemmings on the cliff's edge
barreling down the mouth of certain doom
rote recitations ineffective
if we consider ourselves eloquent expressors of the content
of our complex, nuanced sentiments,
like love and fear. but i'll appeal.

rote recitations ineffective
if we consider ourselves eloquent expressors of the content
of our complex, nuanced sentiments
like love and fear, but you're not the manic-pixie-type
and i'm no leading man, so it's alright.

for the record
we're not depicting
a pledge allegiant
don't raise your right hand
don't repeat after me.
but anywhere you're tryna be
you'll find me there, of course you will.

rote recitations ineffective
we're strange and fearless little lemmings on the cliff's edge
and if you're jumping i am jumping too.
do you remember the ocean?
do you remember your legs intertwining with mine?
yeah we should head back there sometime.

for the record
we're not depicting
a pledge allegiant
don't raise your right hand
don't repeat after me.
but anywhere you're tryna be
you'll find me there, of course you will.
Track Name: Clydesdale Circle
we wore no masks, we wore no gloves
our fingers were messy, and fumes filled our lungs
the weight of the bag on my shoulders
the clatter it made when we'd run
from one place to another climbing
over walls and fences and hiding from lights
stay out of lights, stay out sight.

we wore no masks we wore no gloves.

everything before is ours; sticky and dripping
with slogan and monikers, makeshift personas
we're clawing and scraping and grasping for romance
we have no context, no credibility
and precious little anonymity

we wore no masks we wore no gloves.
everything before us is ours.

and in grim daylight - eyes diverted
our private grins on wine-stained mouths
we'd accomplished something, right?
we were saying something, right?
we'd stepped out into the cold
simply bursting to say something
"sit up and take notice of us"
Track Name: Topsy Turvy
all cylinders (on empty) firing
switch from beer to coffee at five am
just your try and stop me from expiring
slamming this brick wall, sleep right where i fall

bouncing back from hazardous
like a lacerated Lazarus.

i'm nintendo, i'm crescendo,
i'm not saying anything
thin ice cracking, i am tracking
shit all through the house that you've just cleaned

bouncing back from hazardous
like a lacerated Lazarus.

a hooded figure under streetlights (plotting my escape)
until the vultures pick my bones clean (i remain)
the dusky cloak of early morning
disregarding every single warning
spinning the wheels to keep from toppling over
my stumbling block, my compulsion.

"if the ocean was whisky and i was a duck
i'd dive to the bottom and never come up"
Track Name: Jacob's Song
you baked me a cake filled with razor blades
for heaven's sake why?
my shame melts away with your breath
and each delicate sigh
self imposed sabotage
i'm laying a ground work
of ill-conceived misdeeds
soon i'll drop the hints and you'll see
i don't trust you and you shouldn't trust me

is not what once was.