Where I End

by The Gentleman Caller

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released April 21, 2011

All lyrics and music written and recorded by Will Fargason.

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Track Name: To the Bottom, Now
I’m so close to the bottom now,
I feel it’s already begun:
I can taste Satan’s flames
on the tip of my tongue.

And it’s so much more
than I bargained for
(so much more).

So, I let go, feel myself drop slow.

I made a facedown snow angel—
some cautionary show and tell—
in the supermarket parking lot.
And now, your name is just my Freudian slip.

'Cause you were so much more
than I bargained for
(so much more).

So, I let you go, feel myself drop slow.

I haven’t spent a single day
when I haven’t thought about your face.
I tried to drown your memory,
but you just keep coming back to me.

You were so much more
than I bargained for
(so much more).

So, I let you go. I give up and go home.

But I can’t let you go. I stop trying and end slow.
Track Name: Slow Down
Slow down, February. You’ve got many seasons to change.
It’s much too early to be acting this way.
You’re warming up. You should be cooling down.
I need the cold. Bring it back around.
Slow down, February. You’ve got many seasons to change.

Slow down, gentle Lauren. You’ve got plenty of time to change.
It’s much too early to be acting this way.
You’re running off when you should be by my side.
Don’t make up excuses when you know they’re lies.
Slow down, gentle Lauren. You left me (with pain).

Please stop, Mister Postman, with all the bad news.
What did I ever do to you?
You’re always singing sins. You should just give in.
You’re always giving grief and I need relief.
Please stop, Mister Postman. We’ve got to get back to peace.

Calm down, naïve lovers, and let your love grow.
Inside all the old trees, they're dead, ya know?
You're always trying too hard. You should just try less.
‘Cause there is the chance that your worst is best.
Calm down, young lovers. Give time to your love.

Come back, gentle Lauren, there is no need to run
or disregard our building as done.
You're always changing sides every night,
switching arguments left and right.
So, come back, gentle Lauren. I will keep you safe and warm.
Track Name: Flowers
Why is this house so cold?
Is it my fever again?
I’ve been trying to hear your voice.
But your face—is an awful choice.

I’ve been weighing the cost of love.
Is it worth it? I don’t know.
I walked you down that aisle.
Those bells—the sweetest sound.

Oh, no, no, no, no—it’s done.
Bury it with me.
Flowers rise from graves eventually...

You left, a year ago
this February—’s been so cold.
I’m naked—nothing to clothe.
I can feel you in my bones.

A vision comes every night,
while I just try to hide.
I wish I could get some peace
and put to rest my out-dated dreams.

Oh, no, no, no, no—we're done.
Bury it with me.
Flowers grow from graves eventually...

You ran away from you,
from what you’d have to choose.
Hold it in, feel the burn.
Lie to yourself—you’ll never learn.

What you started is now
blossoming into doubt.
How could something so beautiful
make us out to be such fools?

Oh, no, no, no, no—we're done.
Bury her with me.
Flowers grow from graves eventually...

Oh, no, no, no, no—it’s done.
Bury it with me.
Flowers grow from graves eventually...
you’ll see.
Track Name: As If In a Dream (Part Two)
I walked down to the seaside,
found a little seashell.
It was cracked right in half,
so I put it right back.

“Nothing good can come from you:
you’re torn right in two.
I’d stitch you up if I could.”
But I just stared and stood.

Your broken pieces—
I can’t mend them.
I tried and tried and tried and tried,
but my best truth is a lie.

Walked up the sandy plateau.
Watched the eastern sun glow.
Bent down, found a conch shell.
Blew it, heard it ring shrill.

Out comes Amphitrite
on a whirlpool in the sea.
She gave me love conditionally,
then left as if in a dream.

She wrote me a sonnet,
but it didn’t make sense—
a language yet documented;
I tried my best to speak it.
Track Name: Drunk Enough
I saw your face today,
and for the first time it had changed.
No more laughter and smiles,
just hidden secrets for a while.

And I lit a cigarette—
a flame-filled accident—
just to calm me down.
I need it more right now.

I’m just trying, love,
to get drunk enough
to fall asleep
and not smell you on my sheets.

Don’t get scared now,
'cause I’ll be here for a while.
I'm alone, but it's cool.
(I'll be destroying myself like a fool.)

It’s only serious
(the needle that bends).
Just give it what you need
and come back to me.

I’m just trying, love,
to get drunk enough
to fall asleep
and not smell you on my sheets.

I’m just trying, love,
to get drunk enough
to fall asleep
and not smell you on my sheets.

I'm just trying, sweetheart,
to get so fucked up
that all of your memories
I can erase.