Published on Mar 8, 2012
Shot, Edited, and Directed by: June Zandona
ON TOUR NOW! check astronautalis.com for full details:
FEB 08 -- Cincinnati, OH -- Taft Theater
FEB 09 -- Cleveland, OH -- Grog Shop
FEB 10 -- Rochester, NY Water Street Music Hall
FEB 11 -- Hamden, CT -- The Space
FEB 12 -- Boston, MA -- Brighton Music Hall
FEB 13 -- Brooklyn, NY -- Music Hall of Williamsburg
FEB 14 -- Philadelphia, PA -- Union Transfer
FEB 15 -- Falls Church, VA -- The State Theater
FEB 16 -- Baltimore, MD -- The Otto Bar
FEB 17 -- Morgantown, WV -- 123 Pleasant St (my first show in West Virginia!)
FEB 18 -- Columbus, OH -- Ace of Cups
FEB 19 -- Bloomington, IN -- The Bishop
FEB 20 -- Galesburg, IL -- Knox College
FEB 21 -- Chicago, IL -- Lincoln Hall
FEB 22 -- Madison, WI -- SETT at U of Madison Student Union
FEB 23 -- Minneapolis, MN -- Fine Line Music Cafe
FEB 24 -- Fargo, ND -- The Aquarium
FEB 26 -- Billings, MT -- Manny's
FEB 27 -- Missoula, MT -- Wilma Theater
FEB 28 -- Spokane, WA -- The A Club
MAR 01 -- Seattle, WA -- Neumo's
MAR 02 -- Vancouver, BC -- The Biltmore Cabaret
MAR 03 -- Portland, OR -- Wonder Ballroom
MAR 04 -- Eugene, OR -- WOW Hall
MAR 05 -- Oakland, CA -- The New Parish
MAR 06 -- San Francisco, CA -- Great American Music Hall
MAR 07 -- Pomona, CA -- The Glass House
MAR 09 -- Denton, TX -- 35 Denton Music Fest *No WHY?
MAR 17 -- Tulsa, OK -- The Vanguard
Music & Production: Ted Gowans. Lyrics & Arrangement: Astronautalis. Drums: McKenzie Smith. Additional Vocals: Isaiah Toothtaker, P.O.S., & Chad Stockslager Additional Synths: Sean Kirkpatrick.
We touch fire
Just to taste the truth
You say we're gonna die
So will you
We chase lightning
Cause we need to move
This is our science
We got nothing to prove
Tell me where you're going
With that knife in your hand?
Tell me what your thinking
What do you got planned?
See I don't trust your smile,
I know your daddy' lets you run wild as wind,
I saw you touch her eyelids,
I can see your want so clearly to kiss her lips.
I got a friend who walks the strip with a gun on his hip.
His reason is this, if people catch a glimpse, they won't be talking shit.
And he can rest his heavy fists,
He got hands for taking teeth, he don't need quarters to coax them from lips.
To you, this is crazy as it gets,
To the man with bruises on hands, it only makes sense
Yeah, and that's the way that he is...the Toothtaker!
And this the way that I live.
I wasn't born in a box car, when I die bury me with crossed arms
Underneath the tree up in the backyard.
Slip that coin in my pocket, yeah, it's a lost art,
Living what your giving till it finally stops hearts.
When us good guys die, we hope those that survive
Can spin a solid lie to make us look real hard.
Cause we ain't tough, tell 'em stef:
"We just deal with whatever comes up".
This is for those who can't take a hint.
Find 100 neighbors, ask, "if they could change their life what would they do different?"
Would it be little shifts?
Or would it be, some hidden dream, from the bitter deep, that no one even knows exists?
To me it makes sense,
you can waste time tossing blades of grass to the wind or you can swing fists.
And if it sinks ships,
Bury me at sea, with my arms crossed, and a smile up on my pink lips.
Tell me this:
Put up your finger tips if you're living your life exactly the way that you wished...
Yeah, and for the rest of us with our hands at our hips,
Our work is never done...we are Sisyphus.