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Simulacrum
04:22
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Something’s not quite right, something seems amiss
An empty, pale comparison with features such as this
I’m living in your shadow outside this garden home
I wonder if you’re proud of me, this pile of flesh and bone
I wish you were here
Things are unclear and I don’t know who to be
I’m afraid they can see right through me
That I’m just a facsimile
I feel like a homunculus newly formed through alchemy
To take the place of someone who I can only hope to be
I don’t feel prepared for what lies ahead
I’m fumbling to remember all the words you said
I don’t feel prepared for what lies ahead
I’m fumbling to remember all the words you said
I wish you were here
Things are unclear and I don’t know who to be
I’m afraid they can see right through me
That I’m just a facsimile
I wish you were here
Things are unclear and I don’t know who to be
I’m afraid they can see right through me
That I’m just a facsimile
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2. |
The Kids Are Alright
02:50
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Let’s begin, time to talk it over
It’s the end and just a painful transition
It won’t take long to grab my stuff
Since you already packed it up
The kids are alright and I’ll see them on the weekends
I’m sure they’ll understand that you have a new boyfriend
The kids are alright
Dinner’s weird
Conversation is awkward
Empty bed
And it feels like an ocean
I saw you out the other day
But I don’t think that you saw me
And whatshisname must be real nice
It’s worth it just to see you smile
The kids are alright but they’re asking questions
“Do we still love them” and if it’s “their fault”
I try to reassure them as I tuck them in
The kids are alright
We’ll be alright
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3. |
Young Man's Game
03:40
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I can’t take it anymore, I’ve tried my best
Priorities have changed, the desire’s the same
I’ve gotten nowhere though I’ve touched a few
And I made my mark and then walked away
This is a young man’s game
This is a young man’s game
Throw caution to the wind with no money to spend
Set out on the road just to bare your soul
The bills are piling up and the crowd is thin
So you steel yourself just to keep on moving
This is a young man’s game
This is a young man’s game
I think about those who I strive to be
All the time I spent chasing after dreams
Do we continue on? Did we do enough?
Do we press record? Do we pull the plug?
This is a young man’s game
This is a young man’s game
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4. |
Ms. Fortune and Her Mate
03:52
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Oh, Ms. Fortune and her mate have finally set the date
They’re breaking hearts around the world
Telling us no, now we’ve got no place to go
And our feelings don’t matter at all
I should have kept up the wall
And now Ms. Fortune is cycling through my mind
Like a ring on a finger
Ms. Fortune, as you know,
Of all I loved, I loved you most
Now the door has closed for you and me
I’m getting sick and tired as I repeat myself again
In what I hope is my last song to you
What a waste of time!
While I forget you you’re walking down the aisle
With a ring on your finger
Ms. Fortune disregard. The things I say are said in hurt
But don’t expect me to wish you well
I don’t know what you see in him
That wasn’t already in me
Now here I am wasting my breath
My dreams are cruel and cold
Because you chose him, your mate’s wrapped around you
The ring’s on your finger
Oh, Ms. Fortune
Oh, Ms. Fortune
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5. |
The Suffering Art
02:51
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There is an art to it, it’s second nature
There is the part where the pupil is the teacher
It’s all I know, it sustains me
Makes me stronger, makes me see things
The suffering art, the suffering art
The suffering art, the suffering art
Misery is good company
Strange bedfellows, watch me wallow
It’s a cycle, vicious I know
Never ceasing, needs repeating
The suffering art, the suffering art
The suffering art, the suffering art
Here’s a lesson from the master:
Hearts are broken, so move forward
It will happen when you least expect it
No escaping, just embrace it
The suffering art, the suffering art
The suffering art, the suffering art
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6. |
Too Much Fun
03:59
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You’d think I’d learn by now
Just not this way
Accountable for actions that I take
Consuming everything to numb the facts
I would stop but why should I turn back?
I’m having too much fun dying
I’m having too much fun dying
Let’s raise a glass for lives that I fucked up
And every friendship ruined by a touch
The crushing guilt, the regrets I can’t say
To bear the burdens I convince myself
I’m having too much fun dying
I’m having too much fun dying
Too much fun…too much fun
Too much fun…too much fun
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7. |
It's Not Who You Are
05:15
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I can’t stand me now
Created me to be
It’s not who you are
I feel so wrong coming face to face
To lie, to lie, to lie
Actions that we take
Actions that we make
Govern who we are
To see inside
Darken everything
To hide, to hide, to hide
Go on, look at you
You mess
Look on, confess
Don’t you recognize the face?
Recognize the face
Recognize the change?
Recognize the change
Mirrored images of the man I see
Who I used to be
I used to care
The damage has been done
You can’t take it back
Counterfeit faker
I am court jester in the kingdom of apathy
Stop while you’re ahead
Before you end up dead
It’s not who you are…it’s not who you are
It’s not who you are…it’s not who you are
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8. |
That Would Be Fun
04:01
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Nobody told me it would end up this way
All these burdens to carry and so few hours in a day
If we could forget just for awhile
Remember to see through the eyes of a child
Now I’m not saying that our troubles will fade away
But sometimes I wish we could go out and play
That would be fun, that would be fun
That would be fun, that would be fun
It all looks the same, four walls and a roof
This feels like monotony should you need extra proof
Day in and day out, I don’t even care
The weight of the world is too much bear
If a life full of stress is the end result
Then I must decline, I don’t want to adult
That would be fun, that would be fun
That would be fun, that would be fun
Would it be fun if we could start over?
Would it be fun if we could be different?
Turn back the time, start a new life
All our problems wash away
Let’s face the facts, we can never go back
We all have regrets and things we’d like to forget
Life is absurd and death is for sure
This all sounds cliche but all I can say
Is that would be fun, that would be fun
That would be fun, that would be fun
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9. |
Ninety-Nine Percent
04:25
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I was almost sure nothing’s quite like this when I grabbed your wrist
And fumbled to confess with the cards faced down
Time to think it through
I turned to walk away then with arms outstretched you left me with a kiss
Sorry I dropped the ball, I wasn’t capable
Though I meant every word minus 1%
There was something there and there always was, but with hesitance
And emotion ruled as did physical, though we just stopped short
Still you can’t ignore the balance shifts to you while I’m left juggling
Sorry I dropped the ball, I couldn’t handle it
Though I felt just the same minus 1%
I’ve never been o.k. with me
The baggage is burdening
It’s that much worse when you don’t ask at all
The silence is deafening
It’s not about reading minds
There’s never been a better time
How can you know what’s wrong with me when you won’t ask at all?
At all. (Some things I can’t explain)
Sorry I dropped the ball, I was a hypocrite
It wasn’t meant to be, sorry I broke your heart
We were doomed from the start
When you fall in love but only 99%
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10. |
Come and Go
03:53
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Anyone got a match? A bit of gasoline?
I think I said some words but I’m not sure what they mean
I only seem to know the end result
As I’m looking back on the bridge I burned
Then I think of ebb and flow
As we join the millions that come and go
I’d say we both can agree we’re terrible friends
Terrible friends
And if you think about it it was always you
It was always me
And communication is a two-way street
Two-way street
I’d say we both can agree we’re terrible friends
Terrible friends
And if you think about it it was always you
It was always me
And communication is a two-way street
A party’s going on but the crowd is getting thin
A girl is dancing on the floor as the lights begin to dim
I can only hope to see the end result
As we dance across the bridge ahead of us
Then I think of ebb and flow
Will we join the millions that come and go?
That come and go
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11. |
Pavlovian Cement
03:19
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It’s late at night, I’m all alone
So I grip the phone in my hands
Are you out with friends?
Are you out with him?
When will you call, if you do at all?
Hearing every sound, every text alert
Brings a strange amount of joy and hurt
Like some trigger word conjures memories
Oh, baby please ring my bell
I can’t pretend everything is fine
This suspicious mind will only undermine
The remaining trust between the two of us
Until all that’s left is a heart covered in rust
Please ring my bell, please ring my bell
Please ring my bell, please ring my bell
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12. |
Darkness and Light
03:31
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There’s a part of my life I’ve no courage face
It’s destroying me, splitting me in two
And I want to get close
There’s a need to share
But I’m scared to see exactly what you’ll do
Yes, I’m afraid of what you’ll do
But as it is, you’re here to stay
As it is, you’re here to stay
Holding hands, holding me
Mixing darkness and light
Mixing darkness and light
There’s a fear in my mind I’ll put out your light
That the flame will fade and turn into a shade
There’s a saying that goes, “it’s darkest ‘fore the dawn”
Then you silence me and turn me on
You silence me and turn me on
So as it is, you’re here to stay
As it is, you’re here to stay
Kissing you, kissing me
Mixing darkness and light
Mixing darkness and light
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13. |
Two Strong Words
03:32
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I think of possibilities
Of what could have been
Then I get a little down
I get a little dark
For everything you put me through
Inspiring countless piles of verse
Two strong words
I could say much worse
Two strong words
You deserve much worse
But thank you, thank you
Thank you for breaking my heart
Thank you for breaking my heart
Because it could have been you
Two strong words
I could say much worse
Two strong words
You deserve much worse
So thank you, thank you
Thank you for breaking my heart
Thank you for breaking my heart
Because I never would have found her
I never would have found her
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14. |
Genesis
03:28
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In the beginning there was the void
The void in my heart
And I tried to fill it with whatever fit
And it was good, and it was good
In the beginning I was the dirt
Then I was formed
If I had known what I’d become
I’d stay in the mud
But then I couldn’t be with you
I just want to be with you until the end
Until the end
Until the end
In the beginning I was alone and miserable
Until I saw you, after one taste
I knew I was hooked
I just want to stay with you
I just want to stay with you
Shut out the world and be with you until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
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The Enigmatic Foe Knoxville, Tennessee
With sharp lyrics, the playful pop bite of the best of the 70s and 80s, and the kind of self-deprecation usually reserved
for a Woody Allen movie, Jared Colinger's lyrics run the gamut from the joy of new love to disillusionment with the old, from wanting to like yourself to being afraid of what we have in our minds.
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