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HIGH DIVE

by Thomas Furr

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1.
Could I ever be what you thought you want Or even sometimes what you need You needed everything, You needed everything in me I shouldn’t follow, I shouldn’t follow, I shouldn’t follow where you lead I shouldn’t follow, I shouldn’t follow, It took forever just to feel, alright It took forever just to feel alright Already stars are burning out I swear I’m just as fucked as you I’m rag and bone on Vine and Hollywood You’re just around the bend Is it water under yet, Is it water under yet? Is it water under yet? Is it water underneath the bridge? So, keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on entertaining me I swear my medicine is gone I killed the beast inside of me I wear it’s fur just like a flag It’s been like this for 40 nights I shouldn’t follow, I shouldn’t follow, I shouldn’t follow where you lead I shouldn’t follow, I shouldn’t follow, It took forever just to feel, alright It took forever just to feel alright I want to take you out to country homes And love you like a saint You needed everything, You needed everything in me Did you find the friends you though you knew? Did they wrap your arms around your wings? Is it water under yet, is it water under yet? Is it water under yet, is it water underneath the bridge? So, keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on entertaining me
2.
First we’re cold then we’re hot Huddled close in some car Now we’re drunk, swinging from Crystal chandeliers, oh what fun Have a light? Course you don’t We’ll bum from our friends, the ones that know us The one’s that hold our hand as we’re pissin in the bushes Can we stay, can we stay, can we stay like this Awkward and open Can we stay, can we stay, can we stay like this Awkward and open like the first time Here’s the deal, I’ve got nothing I found what I want in your brilliant white brain My broadway, my favorite Irish enthusiast Green, blue, whatever underwear What’d they say, I can’t hear a thing Over your laughter, the cops are all after your model frame, oh for sure, Babe we better keep it down, I’ll kiss your neck till it’s over Can we stay, can we stay, can we stay like this Awkward and open Can we stay, can we stay, can we stay like this Awkward and open like the first time Can we stay, can we stay, can we stay like this Awkward and open Can we stay, can we stay, can we stay like this Awkward and open like the first time
3.
I dreamt a lover in West L.A. Fucked my way through the U.S.A Like some kind of new-agey Don Quixote, Christ-Complex, dishonest My daily portends like a compass lead To my delusions of a solipsistic wet dream Ain’t that just like a man to be his only friend I’ll break off a piece of my saintly heart like bread Dangle it on a string in a song like this Ninety nine cent sonic hope to help Validate my megalomania Schizophrenia, cocaina Kill your idols, drown sorrows Tell those cunts to go to hell Ain’t that just like a man to kill what he can’t understand Give me a spotlight, to tell you pretty lies About some starry-eyed lover to apotheosize We’ll do away with our ordinariness Trade in our arguments for Californication In forms of ecstasy cut with amphetamines Oh please just love me my Los Angeles Ain’t that just like a man to consume everything, everything, everything
4.
I'd Be Lying 04:59
If there’s a fire escape I’m gonna make them pay For making you feel this way We can make believe for the moment That everything always works out A-Okay Okay, so the moments over, now lets get high, high, high, high, high I’ll fly you out to Moscow, fetch you dirty martinis Wrap your lilly white arms in synthetic fur I hope you feel the same ooo I’d be lying, if I said I want to be your purely platonic friend ooo I’d be lying, if I said I want you sleeping in your own bed ooo I’d be lying, and I would never lie to you “I don’t care what it costs. Whatever you want, it’s yours” Is something you’ll never hear me say But you can have me if you want me I’ll sing you off to sleep And when you rise I’ll have prepared a feast Of all your favorite garnishes, some adderall and a bag of weed I’ll tell you all of my dreams, not that you’ll listen to me You’d rather be dancing in the hotel lobby with Tara and Whitney ooo I’d be lying, if I said I know what carapace meant when you said it ooo I’d be lying, if I said I’ve had enough you randomly breaking into song ooo I’d be lying, and I would never lie to you Did the key get lost inside the castle walls I knew you where royal by the way you walked Over every man who tried to hold you I know because I wanted to hold you too But something in me’s changed; I don’t quite feel the same I don’t want you like I used to I don’t want you like I used to Ooo, I’d be lying, if I said this song wasn’t for you Ooo, I’d be lying, if there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you Ooo, I’d be lying, and I would never lie to you (Unless it’s to throw you off the scent Of a surprise party I’ve panning you for weeks or You can’t find your stash and my eyes are all red)
5.
Singer 03:02
My spirit guide said I should’ve died well after the 9th Am I ever who I want to be? and where the hell are my pants? I’m alright I should've been anything but a singer I should’ve been anything but a singer Lungs caked from all of the weed Brain soft with the endless drinks Naked women surround me now Fuck off or knock me out I should've been anything but a singer I should’ve been anything but a singer I’m a winner, baby I’m a tyrant I’m a long lost lover I’m a liar I should’ve been anything but a singer I should’ve been good to you I should've been there on time I should’ve been a doctor baby and made my money right You want the moon baby i’ll give it to you You want then then I'm gonna have to find A place to hide Oh I should’ve been anything but a singer I should've been anything but a singer

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released February 18, 2015

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