Watsky - Dreams and Boxes lyrics
[Watsky - Dreams and Boxes lyrics]
Part I: Dreams i think I know where all
My problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look
Under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
But they see through me so easy
I wish I could believe in your God
Sounds fun
We could throw rocks out of heaven
I get these dark thoughts every day now
I never thought I'd be that one
Good news, I'm way too scared to do it
And I have too much fun being scared
I'm in this for life like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling of the box
While the coffin is nailed
California dreamin' while the demons are
Hot on our tail hop a curb, yes, that was
Me off of the trail, officer
No, I don't have a good reason
I was just in a mood to go seekin'
Heard a hard poem, it had my heart thumpin'
Start my blood pumpin' again
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
When you fell for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
I'm in this for life
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life drag me by the neck
You want your holy grail
Try not to overthink it
I try but always fail
But, I want it so damn bad
I'm addicted to life
If I lived how I thought that
You want me to live
I don't think you'd like what you got
If I shot my poetry out of a cannon
Would it make it any better?
If you fill a gun with glitter
What'll become of the bullet
If you're only suffering under a veil?
I'm in this for life like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
When you fell for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
Part I I: Untitled Spoken Word Poem
I dreamed I understood myself completely
We were having a party in a
House falling out of the sky
Every clique showed up
The ones who love the smell of gasoline
The shy beautifuls the microphone eaters
The gimme gimme gimmes the maybe next years
The boring childhooders who trashed
Their lives for fun
The house rotated as it made
It through the storm
Eyeball-sized hail sailed sideways
Through the windows as the single pane
Survived-the-great-fire hundred-year-old
Glass all smashed
We laughed and dropped the hailstones
In our drinks and danced
We started chanting something
Optimistic that we
Knew was maybe mostly bullshit
That if we even still felt
One-tenth of one percent
How we felt in that moment in the morning
That it would be an energy that
Could shake neighborhoods from
Their foundations
We dragged ourselves on a
Twenty-mile mission to
Fill our goblets in the kitchen
I got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank
Who said he once dreamed Karl Marx and Rosa
Parks were beating the shit out of him
Which gave him a full-body orgasm
I told him my dad analyzes dreams for a
Living and believes they're portals
To the subconscious
And I believe him and I don't judge you
We're all weirdos
My dad still refuses to drive Beemers
Because they made cars for Hitler
But, I always suspected that
That was convenient logic
For a family that could only
Afford used station wagons
I told him how in a drawer in my house I
Found a matchbook from my
Dad's 1955 Bar Mitzvah
It still had nine dry unused matches that
Hadn't been torn from the cardboard
It's a time machine and remains
My second most prized possession
Do you understand this, Frank?
You're in the presence of a motherfucker
Who owns fire from the past
Can you imagine getting high with a
Flame from 1955? Can you?
Do you feel connected to
Your ancestors? Do you?
Do you ever feel strange? Wonder how
The world's gaze has shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the
Shoulders like an Etch A Sketch
Being mugged for your memories? I do
They are my first most prized possession
My very first memory was sitting
In a high chair with
My brother the day the Bay ripped in two
The earthquake shook the china
From the shelves
And we clapped because we didn't understand
I told him how my mother's father
Died in a plane crash
I told him how my brother grew
Up to be a pilot and then the captain
Which apparently the building had
And was my brother came over the intercom
Which apparently the building had
And alerted the party that the house
Was starting to spin faster
And soon it would be time for
Us to hit the ground
So either buckle your seatbelts
Say your prayers
Or find someone who wants to fuck you
China was smashing against the ceiling
Me and Frank said our goodbyes
Easily once I realized I'd
Been having a conversation in the
Mirror the whole time
I climbed out a window, clung to a drainpipe
And watched the stars paint the sky
Part I I I: Boxes
Little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes
I got my) little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my)
I see the ghosts on every corner
Of the people that we used to be
So many that they sit upon the shoulders
Of their brothers and their sisters
As our city slips into the sea
Danny in a DC tee gettin' stomped
In the head on Clement Street
Kids in the black boots
Dad's got the long hair, Dad's gettin' hired
Gettin' fired
Everybody wave (Me in the ambulance)
Mom's got my pills in a paper bag
Bills on the table
That's before they were really real people
And the punks grabbed my bike
In the Safeway parking lot
Chased 'em for five blocks, never got it back
Little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes
I got my) little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my)
We were already fading
We just didn't know it yet
Holdin' onto the lie of
My perfection tucked under
My arm like a late Blockbuster cassette
And fuck yeah, I was hard for Miss Popular
Been jockin' her but she couldn't see
Where I sat with binoculars
Binaca stashed in my pocket, shot my
Good shot, the good Lord, she blocked it
Cherish the small tragedies
The big ones are smokin' out
In the bathroom and
Loiterin' for the moment when
Nobody sees 'em comin'
An openin' they can jump in
And make a total catastrophe
My family tried to hold it together
But now that we can't hold it together
We'll hold each other closer instead
Little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes
I got my) little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my)
Danny in the deep blue sea getting wasted
On the MUNI out to DP
Kids with the tall cans
Dad's got the short hair
Dad's not retired quite yet
Everybody wave (Me in the ambulance)
Mom plays guitar and she sings to us at night
That was before we were really real people
And the punks grabbed my bike
In the Safeway parking lot
Chased 'em for five blocks, never got it back
Little boxes on the hillside
There's a blue one and a yellow one
And they all look just the same
My problems come from (California)
I never really had the guts to look
Under that log
I need them all, all, all to love me
But they see through me so easy
I wish I could believe in your God
Sounds fun
We could throw rocks out of heaven
I get these dark thoughts every day now
I never thought I'd be that one
Good news, I'm way too scared to do it
And I have too much fun being scared
I'm in this for life like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling of the box
While the coffin is nailed
California dreamin' while the demons are
Hot on our tail hop a curb, yes, that was
Me off of the trail, officer
No, I don't have a good reason
I was just in a mood to go seekin'
Heard a hard poem, it had my heart thumpin'
Start my blood pumpin' again
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
When you fell for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
I'm in this for life
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life drag me by the neck
You want your holy grail
Try not to overthink it
I try but always fail
But, I want it so damn bad
I'm addicted to life
If I lived how I thought that
You want me to live
I don't think you'd like what you got
If I shot my poetry out of a cannon
Would it make it any better?
If you fill a gun with glitter
What'll become of the bullet
If you're only suffering under a veil?
I'm in this for life like it or not
I'm not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
When you fell for the first time
This one is for the people who raised me up
It's for the people who raised me up
If you remember one thing
Then remember how it felt
Part I I: Untitled Spoken Word Poem
I dreamed I understood myself completely
We were having a party in a
House falling out of the sky
Every clique showed up
The ones who love the smell of gasoline
The shy beautifuls the microphone eaters
The gimme gimme gimmes the maybe next years
The boring childhooders who trashed
Their lives for fun
The house rotated as it made
It through the storm
Eyeball-sized hail sailed sideways
Through the windows as the single pane
Survived-the-great-fire hundred-year-old
Glass all smashed
We laughed and dropped the hailstones
In our drinks and danced
We started chanting something
Optimistic that we
Knew was maybe mostly bullshit
That if we even still felt
One-tenth of one percent
How we felt in that moment in the morning
That it would be an energy that
Could shake neighborhoods from
Their foundations
We dragged ourselves on a
Twenty-mile mission to
Fill our goblets in the kitchen
I got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank
Who said he once dreamed Karl Marx and Rosa
Parks were beating the shit out of him
Which gave him a full-body orgasm
I told him my dad analyzes dreams for a
Living and believes they're portals
To the subconscious
And I believe him and I don't judge you
We're all weirdos
My dad still refuses to drive Beemers
Because they made cars for Hitler
But, I always suspected that
That was convenient logic
For a family that could only
Afford used station wagons
I told him how in a drawer in my house I
Found a matchbook from my
Dad's 1955 Bar Mitzvah
It still had nine dry unused matches that
Hadn't been torn from the cardboard
It's a time machine and remains
My second most prized possession
Do you understand this, Frank?
You're in the presence of a motherfucker
Who owns fire from the past
Can you imagine getting high with a
Flame from 1955? Can you?
Do you feel connected to
Your ancestors? Do you?
Do you ever feel strange? Wonder how
The world's gaze has shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the
Shoulders like an Etch A Sketch
Being mugged for your memories? I do
They are my first most prized possession
My very first memory was sitting
In a high chair with
My brother the day the Bay ripped in two
The earthquake shook the china
From the shelves
And we clapped because we didn't understand
I told him how my mother's father
Died in a plane crash
I told him how my brother grew
Up to be a pilot and then the captain
Which apparently the building had
And was my brother came over the intercom
Which apparently the building had
And alerted the party that the house
Was starting to spin faster
And soon it would be time for
Us to hit the ground
So either buckle your seatbelts
Say your prayers
Or find someone who wants to fuck you
China was smashing against the ceiling
Me and Frank said our goodbyes
Easily once I realized I'd
Been having a conversation in the
Mirror the whole time
I climbed out a window, clung to a drainpipe
And watched the stars paint the sky
Part I I I: Boxes
Little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes
I got my) little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my)
I see the ghosts on every corner
Of the people that we used to be
So many that they sit upon the shoulders
Of their brothers and their sisters
As our city slips into the sea
Danny in a DC tee gettin' stomped
In the head on Clement Street
Kids in the black boots
Dad's got the long hair, Dad's gettin' hired
Gettin' fired
Everybody wave (Me in the ambulance)
Mom's got my pills in a paper bag
Bills on the table
That's before they were really real people
And the punks grabbed my bike
In the Safeway parking lot
Chased 'em for five blocks, never got it back
Little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes
I got my) little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my)
We were already fading
We just didn't know it yet
Holdin' onto the lie of
My perfection tucked under
My arm like a late Blockbuster cassette
And fuck yeah, I was hard for Miss Popular
Been jockin' her but she couldn't see
Where I sat with binoculars
Binaca stashed in my pocket, shot my
Good shot, the good Lord, she blocked it
Cherish the small tragedies
The big ones are smokin' out
In the bathroom and
Loiterin' for the moment when
Nobody sees 'em comin'
An openin' they can jump in
And make a total catastrophe
My family tried to hold it together
But now that we can't hold it together
We'll hold each other closer instead
Little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my elbows, ass, and my knees and toes
I got my) little boxes on the hillside
(Elbows, ass, and my knees and toes)
(I got my)
Danny in the deep blue sea getting wasted
On the MUNI out to DP
Kids with the tall cans
Dad's got the short hair
Dad's not retired quite yet
Everybody wave (Me in the ambulance)
Mom plays guitar and she sings to us at night
That was before we were really real people
And the punks grabbed my bike
In the Safeway parking lot
Chased 'em for five blocks, never got it back
Little boxes on the hillside
There's a blue one and a yellow one
And they all look just the same