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Point Doom
03:58
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It seemed like centuries ago
When the monks crossed the mountain tombs
Malibu, El Camino and a sipping tea lemonade room
We ponder all that we could lose
In a theater dark
The cross of Jesus sees it all
His red blood’s on the bark
Those beach-kids try to break their hearts
Out at Point Doom
Beach nation, blacker chords
And a wild and restless moon
That dumb green took all my friends
You know they try to be so surf
They’re acting like they don’t care
Gonna ride it till it hurts
We skate behind the studio
Asphalt and slammed doors you know
That west coast tried to drag me down
Inside my cold and crazy head
Can’t get no sleep in LA
Gotta get back to my own bed
Sitting in my room
Think about our time at Point Doom
Everything was so young
Spent our summer howling at the moon
Everything went black
Doesn’t help to take a look back
All alone in the dark
Filling up the pieces of my heart
Now I live the endless summer
Always follow his son
Red rocks to my left
Pacific sand on my tongue
Now my body is the Spirit’s home
And I never have to be alone
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2. |
Hollywood
02:23
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Mansions, sleeping on the rocks
Life gets lost, fame gets so stale
Hollywood, Vine, gonna lose my mind
So give me peace one last time
Why are we losing our souls just for the sake of the world?
Why are we losing our souls just for the sake of the world?
Lookout, point up, see your name written in the stars
But can’t see the ink on the wall
The city, a cocktail, a tombstone,
Alone in a colored crowd or an empty hallway
Why are we losing our souls just for the sake of the world?
Why are we losing our souls just for the sake of the world?
Why are we losing our souls for this material world?
Why are we losing our souls for this material world?
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3. |
Turn The Cheek
04:04
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You call me a drama queen
You yell it out from your one way street
What’s the point of getting all worked up
It doesn’t seem like something Jesus does
It doesn’t seem like something Jesus did
Turn the cheek forgive the hit
Love the one you wanna hate
High school feels so far away
And all my old friends have gone away
But I guess we all live in the same dumb town
I brush your wrist in that strange lit crowd
I brush your wrist in this stranger’s crowd
But I won’t talk about you
Behind your back, won’t stab it
Blue islands in my head
Safe thoughts from the books I’ve read
This sin world keeps dragging me down
I don’t wanna give up my crown
Don’t make me give up my crown
Ashes, beauty, the circle
Closes for eternity
Hold fast the Eucharist
Lift up your forehead for a holy kiss
Seeing light in a pool of dark
Where every moment is a perfect spark
This moment is a perfect spark
Try to dream of saving
Leave my fear of dying
That’s what you did
When I’m alone the mirror talks back
Go to the mall for that human contact
Bathroom tiles and swirling eyes
Why are you tempting me with that lie
Stop tempting me with your lie
Drop the crumpled apple
Walk out of the garden into the world
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4. |
Shark's Blood
03:35
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Swam through the spring time
Bleeding all my shark blood
Swam through scary waters
I’m afraid of your shark love
Spent the summer writing
With coffee and your lightning
Albert wakes at sunrise
And there’s drama in these summer skies
Sky
Sky
Sky
Sky
All my friends, they think I’m crazy all the time
But oh my friend, you know you’re dancing on the line
All these days, you know they’re gonna go away
We’re modern kids, you know we’re near salvation’s day
That day
Acting out a play at night
With beach hair and Super 8
My brother works a good job
With a big smile and a heart for God
Skin gets all freckly
And He hears our temples calling
Your eyes are full of fool’s gold
From all the fiction that you told
You told
You told
You still tell
You still tell, tell
All my friends, they think I’m crazy all the time
But oh my friend, you know you’re dancing on the line
All these days, you know they’re gonna go away
We’re modern kids, you know we’re near salvation’s day
That day
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5. |
Weekend Hot Shot
03:38
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Sun sets, it’s a Friday night
You smoke a cigarette and put on a leather jacket
Walk fast like you’re the king of the world
Like you could get any girl
But baby maybe you can
Film school and a bleeding mind
You swim with monsters but you run out of time
You’re a weekend hotshot
You’re a weekend hotshot
You’re a weekend hotshot
And I’m a weekday fool
Canyons and the punks on the beach
They don’t know their maker, just drink slurpees
Pick it out, what you’re gonna wear
You know it better be 60’s
You better tease up your hair
Full moon, lips and teeth
You fly on an interstate
Catch it on your phone
Blew your mind on stupid drugs
No they were never enough
You’ll always need something higher
No they were never enough
You’ll always need something higher
You’re a weekend hotshot
You’re a weekend hotshot
You’re a weekend hotshot
And I’m a weekday fool
Weekends are fun when your young
And it feels like the whole world’s on your side
We will get older, the good times much slower
And someday we will die
Weekends are fun when your young
And it feels like the whole world’s on your side
But we will get older, the good times much slower
And one day we will die
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6. |
Mammoth Cave
03:21
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Mammoth cave blew wind out its mouth
Highway 65, south of the South
Atlanta picked me up and brought me back down
All your hip kids go to their little five-point town
Green filtered light and a female deer
Crazy on the dance floor after nine cups of beer
I ran away from you to run into his arms
His blood has covered all your passive harm
Just gotta get me out
Just gotta get me out
Just gotta get me out of here
Just gotta get me out
Just gotta get me out
You know you gotta get me out of here
Crying at Phil’s house, I’m always gonna cry
You ask me if I’m alright but sometimes I lie
It’s a boy’s world for this lonely girl
Kicked out of your club, call me your heartbreaker
I read you my poems once, I kind of let you in
No regret there, you know I’d do it all again
Looking at the moon I wanna howl with you
Sharing in the solitude cause that’s what these dogs do
I wanted to marry my best friends
But they didn’t wanna marry me
So I get my love from Jesus
While I’m sipping on green tea
I wanted to marry my best friends
But they didn’t wanna marry me
So I get my love from Jesus
While I’m sipping on green tea
Sipping on green tea
Just gotta get me out
Just gotta get me out
Just gotta get me out of here
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7. |
Lions
05:45
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Our blue, deep conversations about poetry and philosophy
Lightning storms and tropical prints fill up the gaps in me
Visions of lions, travel guides and African plains
Couldn’t sleep for nothing, staring at my hands feeling insane
Think about dumb stuff, these girls wear American flags
Sick of fake feelings, you know I’m so sick of being tagged
Doesn’t matter where you are
Brother I know we can see the same stars
You’re on the far side of the world
But I know we can see the same lions
Wrote a play that summer, it was real I only changed the names
Using only steno pads, drama baby you know that’s my game
Skateboarding and heartbreak, give me all the love that’s tough
Writing hymns and kneeling, now tell me I’m not spiritual enough
Back from the Bahamas, hold his hand, the one who broke my heart
Time is the great peacemaker, smoothing all the ripples, all the bad parts
Doesn’t matter where you are
Brother I know we can see the same stars
You’re on the far side of the world
But I know we can see the same lions
The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace
And the Spirit has a piece of me
The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace
And the Spirit has a piece of me
The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace
And the Spirit has a piece of me
The Spirit, oh, has a spirit of peace
And the Spirit has a piece of me
The Spirit has a piece of me
Seek the fire in the desert
The big-hearted pillar in the sky
See the split in the river
Water swimming on both sides
Seek the fire in the desert
The big-hearted pillar in the sky
See the split in the river
Water swimming on both sides
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8. |
Winter After Graduation
04:17
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Graduation came and went
It’s the flash sitting in the pan
Friends talk and come and go
Fade away like my summer tan
Now it’s cold and I’m alone
Cutting bangs and spending cash
I miss the lecture hall, the school of thought
Highway driving and cutting class
All that blood and stress and spit
So I can say I have career dreams
Yeah, I’ve got a vision for this game
Run straight toward the light
Run straight toward the real
Divorce this American pyramid scheme
Don’t leave the house for the crazy world
But the crazy is inside of me
Pour it out into a song
It’s not real until it’s outside me
Don’t let them take away your fight
Put you in a box of what is true and what is not
Stick to your guns put down that flag
Shoot a bullet bent to strike their con
See the city shattered like a globe
The world all turning like a nervous top
Jobs and cars don’t matter now
In your afterglow
This life’s a two-star show
Draw the curtain
Carry me, carry my load
Remember rivers, buried jars
I’m driving backwards to the West
Arcade, gold mine, faded jeans
Holy trees and white man’s conquest
Starting over, starting fresh
Engineering, picket fence
Don’t let me lose myself, my soul
For something changeable or material
Draw a circle on my arm
I’m getting closer to my Lord
This world is shallow and it is shell
A bored reflection
A lost generation
With no direction
We can’t find a way to get back home
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9. |
Fable
04:21
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Take the world put it on my wall
Makes you feel big, makes me feel small
All these forces on my throne
Faith and doubt, I got my mind blown
Shaving legs, blood on my shirt
You kiss it out but it still hurts, hurts
Sometimes I feel I shouldn’t be here at all
Find the reason why I survived that fall
Driving country roads and trails
The stars so fake, that bluish comet tail
Spending cash, the coffee’s gone
Shoot the moon on the horizon
Walk real slow you might stop time
Nothing ends, it goes on forever
Call you husband, call me wife
Golden band and the blood of Christ
Hear you breathing in your sleep, cool and soft
Pray for your life, that it’s sweet
We should go where we won’t be known
A desert farm, raise our kids in a good home
All my heroes are afraid to die
Obsessed with death, now don’t you dare take your life
This world’s a shadow of the next
He’ll come with fire, not just with blackness
Altars come and idols go
Your broken screen, my broken halo
We don’t know the day, the hour
All together, we’re dancing this fault line
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10. |
Milk Glass
05:28
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Every word lost its fervor
Milk glass on the window sill
You won’t let the light in
Just sit around and fight for your fill
Old friends fade into pieces
Gone after their postmodern dreams
Romance I’m glad turned to ash, fast
Thank God for eternity
St. Pete screams for a savior
Art and beer you know they can’t redeem
Hollow men with hollow chests
Think life’s for living like a teen
Gotta fight the fight
Wipe the scales from the night
And look upon the face of someone real
Love you say is the end all cure
But if it’s not pure, then it’s a joke
Brand yourself with some holy X
Not free drugs and sex, they ain’t got hope
Take his blood for your own deep dark
He removes the scars and you come clean
Rid yourself of philosophies
They won’t hold your hand and lead you to the land
He’s coming home
Last night in Ybor city
Felt like the last night of the world
All this drunken babble
Purpose is a show and a girl
But it's ok, we’re modern kids they said so
You’re not a kid your 29
Stuck inside that high school dream
Of cigarettes and screams
Those things will only bleed you dry
He said everything is nothing
That sentence don’t have a start
Like three is two and you are blue or karma
Don’t look at the whole you’re just looking at parts
This scene’s so hocus pocus
Pleasure is a parlor trick
If you don’t stand for something
You know you’re bound to fall
Your knees may be the best place of all
Love they say is the end all cure
But if it’s not pure then it’s a joke
Brand yourself with some holy X
Not free drugs and sex, they ain’t got hope
Take his blood for your own deep dark
He removes the scars and you come clean
Rid yourself of philosophies
They won’t hold your hand, lead you to the land
He’s coming home
Love they swear is a magic word
But it’s a sad excuse to whore out your heart
For anybody or anything who shares a spark
Sparkling like a diamond ring
It’s a pathetic little echo, it’s not the love you really need
So take those blinders from your eyes
And those bars from your mind
And quit your walking of the line
And be set free
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11. |
The Apartment
03:50
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These walls will eat me if I don’t get outside
Seeing life through a window, a screen inside my mind
Ok, I know, I’m acting like a child
Re-reading Gatsby for the hundredth time
We talk in circles and analyze our friends
Bring up the album like it’s never gonna end
You work so hard you could make somebody sick
Circuit board sleeping, it’s your nervous tick
Never know, never know, never know till you find it
Never know, never know, never know till you find it
Never know, never know, never know till you find it
Never know, never know, never know till you find it
Spring time, summer, can I press rewind
Moving mountains, leave our past behind
Spring time, summer, can I press rewind
Moving mountains, leave our past behind
I turned my back to the city where I grew
Couldn't stand old money and I can’t afford the new
You flip through Joyce like it was something in the Times
Now you’re slinging cold ones
Cause they could never compensate your mind
Fresh out of college and nothing more to do
Neurotic burn-out and I’m only 22
Unfinished novels and unpublished poems
Action’s impossible when you’re bored and alone
Stain out the carpet, screaming in the hall
Think about the end, death according to Saint Paul
First year of marriage was gone in a flash
Spent in listless day dreaming and taking out the trash
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12. |
Best Friend
05:04
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I have dreams that scare me
Probably won’t come true
The highway every morning
It’s the season’s view
Don’t you try and find me
I don’t wanna be found
Don’t you say you know me
I’m always up and down
I spent 21 years to try and figure it, figure it out
And you spent three long years just chasing me, chasing me down
And I spent 21 years to try and figure it, figure it out
And you spent three long years just chasing me, chasing me down
Never felt hotter driving in my truck
Your light goes on forever
I guess you are my rabbit’s luck
Forgive me my emotions
I have to swim upstream
Hold my hand this instant
And take my blue, blue scream
And I spent 21 years to try and figure it, figure it out
And you spent three long years just chasing me, chasing me down
And I spent 21 years to try and figure it, figure it out
And you spent three long years just chasing me, chasing me down
Good heart, dark heart
Kind heart and cruel heart
Bad things, last spring
Circles never start
Good heart, dark heart
Kind heart and cruel heart
Bad things, last spring
Circles never start
Good heart, dark heart
Kind heart and cruel heart
Bad things, last spring
Circles never start
Good heart, dark heart
Kind heart and cruel heart
Bad things, last spring
Circles never start
All you punks and posers
Try and break my run
All these triple visions
Shoot me like a gun
But you’re my shaking forest
Always blow your wind
You’re my college campus
Major in my best friend
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13. |
Afterglow
08:11
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People search for clues to your existence
A sun and a symbol
Golden idols, dumb tea leaves
The riddle answer’s not so tricky
Your purpose, your meaning
The riddle’s already been solved
Move to the city, feel so small
A drop in a puddle
The crowded highway’s so cliché
You leave for work and I start staring
The wall and the whiteness
Can’t force my fingers to write
Bible studies, jokes and lies
Boys sit in chairs
My brother’s gone for a long time
You’re always leaving me your afterglow
You know that I’m that afterglow
You’re always leaving me your afterglow
You know that I’m your afterglow
I worry about what may happen
Some car crash or cancer
I worry about who I may lose
Start my day naming sorrows
Impossible danger
Send my mind out wandering a while
The news tells me about that evil
The drownings and killings
The news tells me to be afraid
Sleep with you, I still have nightmares
Of fire and heaven
All this sin must level out
Give up my gun, fall on my sword again
So this is like trusting
Tell you I am gonna scream
I want that ladder up to heaven
Some night-timing wrestle with God
I want that stairway up to space
I want that ladder up to heaven
Some night-timing wrestle with God
I want that stairway up to space
Thumbprint me deeper with your image
I’m not some dirty mansion
Thumbprint me deeper with your grace
Clean up this broke down mansion
Thumbprint me deeper with your image
Cause I’m not some dirty mansion
Thumbprint me deeper with your grace
One day everything will cease
One day we will have peace
Built a bridge across divide
Jealous rose risen on high
One day everything will cease the groaning
One day we will have peace, the King
Built a bridge across divide to Heaven
Jealous rose risen on high forever
One day everything will cease the groaning
One day we will have peace, the King
Built a bridge across divide to Heaven
Jealous rose risen on high forever
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Team Callahan St. Petersburg, Florida
Team Callahan is husband and wife duo, Kathleen and Nick Arnal, based in St. Pete, FL. The two have been writing and recording music together since high school and hope to continue long into their old age – or whenever it starts to get weird. They are joined by drummer Daniel Williams and bassist Shaundra McGuire when playing live. ... more
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