The Tourist

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Record Details

Released:
2017

01. The Pilot
02. A Chance to Cure
03. Down (is where I want to be)
04. Unfolding Above Celibate Moon (Los Angeles Nursery Rhyme)
05. Better Off
06. Fireproof
07. The Vanity of Trying
08. Loose Ends
09. Ambulance Chaser
10. Visiting Hours

 

 

 

 

 

01. The Pilot

AO: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, keyboards
NK: electric guitar
MW: bass
PB: drums


What could I say?
What was I after?
I forgot but you figured it out for me
Again with
Your radio silence

Who could I have been?
Taking a number
Take it no more but again I get up
To be the tourist
Or am I the pilot?

I know I know I know I know better than to think at all of tough luck motherfucker who
was born a clown

And what was this but a natural disaster?
Caught up with the pig as he was flying half mast
A little dangerous
But you had to try it

I can see you don’t know how to steer
The car left the road and was found without its mirrors
You play the victim
And I’ll play the blind man

I know better . . .

02. A Chance to Cure

AO: vocals, keyboards, electric guitar, percussion
TH: bass
NK: electric guitar
PB: drums


Love or loss, can’t tell anymore
Wind crept in to capture the beginning of a fever,
Warning sign

Still don’t give a hot shit about appearing in a childhood skit,
Little boy who gets it all and then
Gets out alright

When you don’t know where you’re running
But you’re trying to get there first
This ambulance is bigger than I remember it was

End up alone, great pretender,
See, the bitch don’t know he’s a bitch but bends his head to justify
College try

Drifted off in the middle of a sonnet
And when the thing don’t turn out the way you want,
You let the tears begin,
The endless nights

But I know where you’re going
With a sigh that says it all
I can’t help that it’s snowing
I tried to break your fall
Pain is not the reason
That I can’t let you be
This ambulance is big enough to carry me

 

03. Down (is where I want to be)

AO: vocals, electric guitar, keyboards, percussion
NK: electric guitar
MW: bass
PB: drums


Black cat, let’s not split hairs,
I’m tethered to the weather
I assure you I don’t care about no lucky streak

You’re out of luck, kid,
Use your sense
You can’t expect the government to lend you a hand

Who am I to sympathize when …

Down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down is where I want to be

I called upon a Buddhist monk
He said the trick is not to think, boy, leave it alone
Soon you will feel next to nothing

Humanity, catastrophe,
Alright, humanity, insanity,
I gotta believe that I’m doing alright . . .

Down and down . . .

04. Unfolding Above Celibate Moon (Los Angeles Nursery Rhyme)

AO: vocals, keyboards, harmonica
NK: electric guitar
MW: bass
PB: drums


Weakness, I wouldn’t pay them any mind
Not to what Hollywood says or what Hollywood does
You see it’s no good trying to be someone you’re not

Half-baked prejudice, capture the flag,
It seems that I’ll be your mirror, I’m still your fag
The drugs out here are too strong or they’re never enough

And when Annabelle cried for the sixth time,
I fled to the stoop to take in nursery rhyme
Unfolding above celibate moon that would hide away
Right there in front of me
Annabelle said, “Back inside.  What you want with the moon?”

Covered up in television interview smoke
I could be in LA, Ma, I really don’t know
Anyway, it’s somewhere there’s no telling who does the selling and who gets straight bought

Lately, the stars have all been swallowed by the clouds and
The charlatan whispers replaced by the sound of your castaway cry,
Neither lost nor found but forever learning

These days I take my time (maybe too long) and shine my shoes first,
As the wine stains me toothless, and your crying don’t hurt
The lie that takes me home could well wrap around the earth
As your eyes speak of darts in the sky we through ages before

05. Better Off

AO: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, keyboards
NK: electric guitar
TH: bass
PB: drums

Ran a little bit away but
Lately just enough
We did it to ourselves this time

Better to keep moving
Better just to hold still
Better off than lonely
Better off

Ran a little bit away but
We still keep our hopes up
It cannot be the same out there for everyone

Better this than nothing
Better them and not me
Better now until it comes, it comes, it comes, the earth just cracks, falls apart

Turns out you were a little vicious
Hey, you hit me with a flower
But for everyone a second chance for what they done

But it came out all wrong,
It came apart
All of any, all of any, all of any, all of any, all of anyone

Now that the past is on fire
How can I look around and find I can’t remember who I was
Holy poses might be too dignified
To describe the way we were

Ran a little bit away where
We can let our heads down
Look up to see the same old fog of war
Better off than doing nothing, doing what I’m doing now, doing what I’m doing now,
doing what I’m doing now

Doing nothing

 

06. Fireproof

AO: vocals, electric guitar, keyboards, snaps
NK: electric guitar
MW: bass
PB: drums, percussion

The elastic of my slapstick seems to snap down on deaf ears
I’ll take a drastic little matchstick and set fire to the tiers
I will go around backstage in just my birthday suit
Now that I’m fireproof

It’s a candle that your bring to the table but it’s not enough for me
Small favor, my neighbor, my savior you will be
The ring of fire is growing higher but we will never leave
No . . .

And I know, I know it’s ours to win
How could have thought we’d ever lose
Oh, what a drag it is to win
If I were you, I would love me,
I would love me too

So don’t be alarmed, don’t be afraid when it is just a little fire
I’m teaching myself to be saved and waiting for you to regain your sight,
We were in a fight last night,
I just lost one tooth

Turns out I’m fireproof

 

07. The Vanity of Trying

AO: vocals, electric guitars, keyboards
NK: electric guitar, keyboard
MW: bass
PB: drums


Some of us stay to get carried away,
The fog it came without any warning
Some of us here are never going to change
Everyone keeps saying sorry

One look
One day
One smile
One way to decide

Complacency, bad taste,
The vacant patience of the shattered stooge,
I late arrived to the supermarket to the find that you had bought up all the food

One look
One wave
One mile
One way to decide where we stand right now

Going looking for easy solutions
Clicking heels and telling me no place like home
And that time is an illusion
And we can be whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever we want

Do something, always gotta win,
Like a teenage promise on a faded tattoo
Sometimes I’m under the pressure,
Other times I’ve nothing to lose

Tough love,
Take it
In stride
One way to decide

Always, now never gonna change
We can beat around this bush together
Sometimes it’s all I think of
Other times I can forget

Takes two
To fake
A smile
Takes two
Two we are
Two we are

Going looking for easy solutions . . . 

The vanity of trying

08. Loose Ends

AO: vocals, acoustic guitars, keyboards
MW: bass
PB: drums


You kept your dark promise
And put a spike into my chest
Now I can’t take a breath and settle down

I guess the revolution
Was only in my head
The loose ends are all coming for me now
They’re coming for me now

Someone exposed herself in a magazine
Someone exposed himself on a TV screen
There’s always someone else to blame for what is going ‘round

And I’ll pretend that you never left me
But I will have my doubts

The loose ends are all coming for me
The old friends all go running from me
The loose end are all coming for me now
They’re coming for me

You kept your dark promise
And put a spike into my chest
Now I can’t take a breath and settle down

09. Ambulance Chaser

AO: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, keyboards, tambourine
MW: bass
PB: drums

Back to the beginning,
Collecting the dust,
Little dinner party riddle to get out of a tough spot

You’re getting used to me going away,
I’m getting used to taking the blame

A career opportunity,
Get in the mood,
You make no apologies, sticking to fast food,

But there’s a limit to how much I can endure,
I take my medicine, you just hope for the worst

Ambulance chaser, running down an injury
Ambulance chaser, you’re all I’ll ever really need

Now on the radio station, belligerent fool,
He sacrifices innocents and turns them into tattoos
It means so little to let anybody down
How could it have been that their feelings were allowed

You sink your spite bite into my neck,
Tell your friends it’s alright, that someone’s gotta pay
But there’s a limit to how much I can endure
I take my medicine, you just hope for the worst

Ambulance chaser, running down an injury
Ambulance chaser, you’re all I’ll ever really need
All I’ll ever need

 

10. Visiting Hours

AO: vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, keyboards
NK: percussion

Drifted along, lost soul, so what do you know now about forgiveness?
Peel the wallpaper back to reveal scumbag, staggering reminder
Ended alone, punch drunk, you must admit adrift from the beginning
But it takes a strong girl to see when she’s weak in the knees and stone blind

Oh, and memory’s always up for a visit
Ah, but memory’s only out for itself

You see my hands can still speak,
It seems I can do just what I want to
I can lift up a pen and begin to put an end to the smell

And all the young men that pass will not ask after the fate that awaits them
They will aspire peace of mind and return to the cards they were dealt

Oh, but memory’s always up for a visit
Oh, and memory’s only out for itself

No, you can’t give it away
Arms around it
Fate, the confusion of the butterfly in the diving bell

 

All songs written by Alec Ounsworth
All songs played by CYHSY