"In a Perfect World" is Slave to the Pavement's debut full-length effort. The album is a collection of songs recorded over the past couple years and, after all sorts of ups and downs, is finally ready to be heard. The CD contains a 4-panel insert, containing lyrics and liner notes. All photography done by Christopher Adams (www.chrisadamsimagery.net) and layout by Rob Cunningham. All music written by Slaves to the Pavement and lyrics by Rob Cunninghan and Rian Staber.
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lyrics
I'm having realizations of being incapable of love.
It's the vulnerabilities that speak and goddamnit I'm losing my mind.
I could never get this right and I will never win this fight.
I think it's best if I sit and rip my flesh
and grind on everything inside my chest.
Hiding from the shame I've lied to.
I lie to myself every day and I promise
that I'm never ever gonna feel sane.
I have grown to understand
that there are things I can't comprehend
but I don't have enough care for it all to make sense.
I've waited it out, I've watched enough.
I'm sinking down and in.
My eyes, my mind.
They're both losing sight
of the prize that I should always chase
and I'm tired of pissing white lies.
It's a battle from within
and it's determined to win.
I'll just kick back and accept defeat
as my conscience comes over me.
If I tried to get this right again,
I'd make my mistakes over and lie.
When I've died and left a sour kin,
you'll choke on my disease, lingering to cease.
Hiding from the shame I've lied to.
I lie to myself every day and I promise
that I'm never ever gonna feel sane.
I have grown to understand
that there are things I can't comprehend
but I don't have enough care for it all to make sense.
I've waited it out, I've watched enough.
I'm sinking down and in.
In this world, I'm contemplating everything at once.
It's just another basket full of the blind.
It's a pill, it's a change of pace.
It's a book, it's a holy place.
I highly doubt I'm getting anywhere out of here.
In fact, I could never wish for a distance near.
I'm just a fool. A joker, if you will.
Another bomb, another oil spill.
I'm in this unconscious land.
If I can't make an escape,
I'll fucking find a way.
I'm gonna find a way.
'Cause if I were to break every single finger
and burn the feeling off your tongue,
I'd be your second hand weapon,
bringing down every last thing I love.
'Cause in a world I'm contemplating everything at once,
it's just another basket full of the blind.
It's a pill, it's a change of pace.
It's a book, it's a holy place.
I highly doubt I'm getting anywhere out of here.
In fact, I wish for a distance near.
I'm just a fool. A joker, if you will.
Another bomb, another oil spill.
I'm in this unconscious land.
If I can't make an escape,
I'll fucking find a way.
I'm gonna find a way.
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