You Should Drink More

by Look Left

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1.
04:38
All the grace, all beauty I can muster, can’t compare with you dancing steps, floating weightless, only one I serve to rope me, chain me, throw away the key the expanses in your eyes have changed what it means to be free If I’m the bottom, who’s the top if I’m the sell-out, who’s the flop if I’m the robber, who’s the cop save your face it’s my disgrace if you Can’t be there then don’t count the days, pass the hours, seconds on the minute the weeks seem like days in the pit when you’re in it no don’t let me see the light, I want to be here solitude only interrupted by your presence has wrung out all the fear Chorus circumvent, feel, taste the pain oh circumvent, throb, whip, and strain oh circumvent, snap, rip and stain oh miscreant, don’t make the same mistake Chorus
2.
I cannot help to mend the views that govern You cannot change the way your privacy's shunted The desert it confuses the senses To override just to collect your pence and Believe in that which never shows it's face Chorus: It's just the color red reflected in your eyes Reflected in your heart Reflected in your pry It's just the color red Burnin' through your disguise The way you come along The lies are amplified It's just the color red Witch hunts are inspired by the lyers Propaganda's shouted by the criers Knowledge is just truth despised To remedy your rotting minds And cushion your descent into obscurity Chorus Bridge: If you think they're bluffing here's your guarantee You'll see how far they go to claim their property People are property Green inspires growth that battles desire Yellow it controls the unprovoked fire Red's the blood that oozes through borders Contradicting the holy one's orders White's the only color that can save
3.
05:06
images woven of dreams fall onto the page like so much water swept and smeared by the brush carving into the paper an existence Can you capture my spirit scribble it down onto the canvas can you see into my head own my visage with a pen tip He etches sun-swept fantasies in graphite nimble fingers scribing heaven to gleam the brilliance of his mastery Oh how we long to touch Can you capture my spirit scribble it down onto the canvas can you see into my head own my visage with a pen tip cannot compare to his ability never match his grace poets and prophets fall to naught but never see his face Can you capture my spirit scribble it down onto the canvas can you see into my head own my visage with a pen tip
4.
I got a guy named Jimmy lives behind my right eye starts yellin’ high water every time I start to cry yeah, I can’t get nothing done when old jimmy starts to wail trippin’ on time starts a bangin on my mind just a settin’ up myself to fail crack my head and let the people out crack my head and let the people out crack my head and let the people out oh yeah, let ‘em out of me then there’s Christine Hangs out in my top teeth sits all day counting makin’ sure it’s the same beneath No, I just can’t stop clickin’ enamel starts to melt pain is reignin’ high brings the water to my eye and a Jimmy he starts to yell Chorus I can’t take it all in stride they all keep slippin’ on my pride finally makin’ sense to me take it all one floor down pretty baby, cause it won’t go to the top for me! Chorus Then there’s this other guy he lives in my left ear always tell me where to go and sometimes what to fear when he gets to talking about the fire and the brimstone I tell him Billy go back to sleep there ain’t no way that you could ever know!
5.
04:14
Lay waste, see his shield with blood it cakes lay it down on the battlements, turn the other cheek stray taste, strung across the empty face make then clean with the metal it's, hard to drag around It’s not, the way he stands and it’s not, the way he plans and it’s not, the way he, reprimands it’s good old fashioned cunning Make haste, get them inside the pearly gates leave a trace of the suffering, all can gather ‘round frayed base, tattered edge cloth marking place square it up for another who earned his badge of heart Chorus Trade space, edge reflected in the blade sopping wet from the battle he, pulls the queen of hearts same weight, crumpled up there on the plate dress in shreds from the suffering, all have gathered round Chorus
6.
Veins take on the prism Of hearts' electric roar Three years gone I still don't know What I was searching for Cross the map Mind the gap May I have your seat? My heart is weak! Calling here, cross the years Does your heart still beat with mine? Will you meet me there someday At the end of the district line Looking back, fade to black From a memory sublime Hope your travel card is good To the end of the district line London bridge has fallen Kentish Town's too far Waterloo's defeated me In Richmond shines the star Through the dark To the park There's a vulpine mien in the sylvan scene Calling here, cross the years Does your heart still beat with mine? Will you meet me there someday At the end of the district line Looking back, fade to black From a memory sublime Hope your travel card is good To the end of the district line
7.
04:14
I opened up the cupboard today Filing through what we had I think it's gonna be the only way I guess it really wasn't that bad Looking back, it's been a while The film grain can't hide my smile Couple years, you call him yours And I’ll shrug, and shut more doors I'll light up the porch lamps Hoping for some great unrest But the men outside put the clamps On the brightest, tightest and best Looking back, it's been a while The film grain can't hide my smile Seven years, the rain still pours And I shrug, and shut more doors The fight was one I could not win At least if I gave it enough But it wasn't losing that killed within But winning on your bluff Looking back, it's been a while The film grain can't hide my smile Seven years, the rain still pours And I shrug, and shut more doors no I shut it if I can’t lock it then I’ll hafta beat it outta you beat it outta you Looking back, it's been a while The film grain finally hides my smile Twenty years, I couldn't ask for more And I'll forget, and close the last door.
8.
04:37
En su puerta me dio anoche La mujer que adoro un beso, Y en la calle el hambre pude Calmar de un anciano ciego. Llegué a mi casa llorando, Concilió dichoso el sueño Y sentí sobre mi rostro El más dulce de los besos. AH! Pensé que fuera mi amada Quien me acariciaba en sueños, Busqué su faz en la sombra Y vi... ¡la imagen del ciego! Two kisses At her door, last night, the woman I love gave me a kiss and out on the street, the hunger of an old blind man I could appease. I came home crying, sleep came like a blessing and I felt on my face the sweetest of all kisses. I thought it was my sweetheart who caressed me in my dreams, I looked for her face in the shadows and I saw ... the image of the blind man!
9.
02:51
He stumbles in, hat on his head wears his badge, shirt tucked in hits the clock types in his number sighs as his shift begins manager creeps up behind him “Get those hands under some water once you’ve gotten both gloves on could you be a pal and clean the fryer?” Chorus: Was it worth 7.50 an hour to put collection in it’s place was it worth 7.50 an hour to rid yourself of the taste He walks over to the metal beast pits of molten oil writhing kneels before the tanks of grease pulls the switch and sends it flowing stepping back he grabs the hose rinsing out the starch and grime scrubbing walls inside the steam he wears thick gloves grow hot with time Chorus He fumbles, hose slipping from his hand “god help” but none took demand shrieking he slipped and he fell covered from ear to arm in hell Chorus Was it worth giving up half your face
10.
04:05
Again I think this way again A friend, he quotes a song so I listen, Trying to relate, But the notes just drift on by As the music rattles on It's all about some guy you see, Who grew up too damn fast. He lived his youth to its fullest, But the time, The time just didn't last. Again I feel this way again A friend he names a book, So I read it, Trying to relate But the words just drift on by And the book seems way too real. It's all about some guy you see, Who outgrew his old town. I'd like to think he loved them all, But the place, The place just got him down. Again I see your face again A friend says call you over So I call you, Hoping you'll relate But my voice just drifts on by Cause your music's on too loud. Even if you don't understand, I hope you'll still be there. Don't sit back and apologize, Just show, Just show me that you care. Again I think this way again A friend, he quotes a song so I listen, Trying to relate, But the notes just drift on by As the music rattles on
11.
eggshells lie broken on the tile as is the past turning present condition of your smile tattered and torn lie the corners a wishing well left dry why would you stop to say goodbye I gave you all of me I gave you all of me I gave you all of me I gave you all of me now I want it back All that you had to do was wait left lying naked on your shortly empty dinner plate never enough to abate the waves of burning pain I thought I’d leave the message plain I gave you all of me I gave you all of me I gave you all of me I gave you all of me now I want it back now I want it back I came here alone and alone is how I want to leave I found you alone and alone is how I’ll leave you oh---- I gave you all of me I gave you all of me now I want it back
12.
It’s just one too many times ya try to get me gimme gimme on the run yeah it’s another one bites the dust motha’ luva’ can you get a little on my tongue hit me once, hit me twice yeah, baby won’t blow on the dice oh luck, it’s fickle thing It comes to me It comes to me through my TV, oh It comes to me yeah it comes to me woah now here’s another little thing that’s a givin’ me the hickory slips one brain stutterin’ between my ears puts a bristle up and down the tips hit me once, hit me twice yeah, baby won’t blow on the dice oh luck, it’s fickle thing Chorus stop one time and lemme’ unwind it’s never worth the work of art drop your drink take a second to think why ya gotta throw the horse and cart, oh hit me once, hit me twice yeah, baby won’t blow on the dice oh luck, it’s fickle thing
13.
03:38
he finds good things to say beat back and break away fake hustle games we pray but no consistency, NO! knuckles turning red pounding their way into his head pleasures got taken by the side falling without warning the crash coming and then the pain I can’t find a piece astray miles walked, not miles gained bring us back into the day captain search for the away, and on to kyrie he finds good things to say beat back and break away fake haste in games we pray (build into shriek) but no consistency, NO! knuckles turning red pounding their way into his head pleasures got taken by the side falling without warning the crash coming and then the pain I can’t find a piece astray miles walked, not miles gained bring us back into the day captain search for the away, and on to kyrie (instrumental break) I can’t find a piece astray miles walked, not miles gained bring us back into the day captain search for the away, and on to kyriev
14.
With each rising footstep I get closer to the top with each losing battle I may suffer but I’ll never stop Making something out of nothing was never quite a strong suit that I had Taking with me just as much as I can carry as long as noone and I mean noone has a hand in my bag winded bending trees caressed by simple melodies erupt from the earth casting happy shade Forest filled with light a breeze to cool the after-bite a stroll on down through the fine black dust we’ve made Chorus when the oil smells like bullets, do we really have the option to stay the course when the water turns to fire right before us, can we still try to hold back the bleeding, do we really have that kind of force? Was it ever enough to know when the silence turns to voice take your loved ones in your arms one direction sinking low in the mirror, write it down take a collection, say you had no other choice spend all my days, dealin’ with you can’t break the chain that you’re pullin’ me to just hoping that you can follow it through don’t waste my time I can stomach it too (repeat) Chorus Making something out of nothing was never quite a strong suit that I had Taking with me as much as I can just as long as noone and I mean noone had a hand in my bag
15.
03:39
has anyone got the time to sit and fret about the way snow cones don’t really work no? the syrup always ends up in the bottom of the cup clock men runnin’ to and fro takin’ just enough time to yell at you from their open car window ya know it isn’t the first time Find the help you need take the help you seek And with this suit I can fly higher than the people downtown try to keep my on the ground can’t the keep pace man? I’m pullin’ away And with this suit who could dream bigger gotta grab it with both hands, pick my own winner no perception’s gonna get me down harvard ain’t got no business like the busy-ness of one pale life wind sprinting to the next strife take a ticket and wait in line for the pain he calls like this and she calls like that when you wake up in the morning reachin’ for the sun - -oh no he don’t like that pebbles in their place Find the help you need take the help you seek Chorus Instrumental break Chorus

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Look Left's second album. This was recorded over the summer of 2010. Work started immediately after The College Years was released. The group's songwriting improved, everyone got better instruments, and they all pretended that they knew what they were doing. More genres were explored, no lessons were learned, no one went on a diet, and Derek tried to dye his hair.

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released February 5, 2011

Derek Wilber - Bass guitars
Andrew Cotts - Electric Guitar
Jared Clark - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, and MIDI drums

This album was recorded in the bedroom of Jared Clark over the summer of 2010.
It was produced, recorded, engineered and mixed by Jared Clark and the members of Look Left.
This is Look Left's second album and we're very proud of it. If you think it's as good as we do, tell a friend. Together we'll bring back music.

All music and lyrics by Jared Clark, with the following exceptions.

Lyrics on 6 and 10 by Justin Herndon
Lyrics on 7 by Matt Royek
Female vocals on 11 by Nici Kinsman

Cover art by Cheyenne "Toots" Atkins
CD Case and graphic design by Nick Fritz

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Look Left Phoenix, Arizona

Look Left was formed in 2008 when Jared Clark (Vocals/Acoustic Guitar) decided he wanted to be a rock musician. He went out into the harrowing Northwestern Pennsylvania tundra, bought a microphone and started recording. He was joined by Derek Wilber (Bass), Andrew Cotts (Guitar/Backing Vocals), and Matt Royek (Cajon/Percussion/Oddjobs).

LATER after graduating the college, Jared continues alone.
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