What Heaven Is Like Lyrics — wussy (the band)

What Heaven Is Like (2018) Lyrics

One Per Customer

(Lyrics: Chuck Cleaver / Music: Cleaver, Wussy)

Don’t you wish you could’ve been an astronaut
Back when astronauts had more appeal
Or the one who jumped the canyon as an afterthought
Feeling like a god behind the wheel

I’m sorry, sir
There’s only one per customer
I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry sir

Have you ever dreamt you were an atom bomb
Lighting up the sky on the atoll
Relocating residents you landed on
And sadly living life without a soul

I’m sorry, sir
There’s only one per customer
I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry sir

Don’t you wish you could’ve been an astronaut
Back when astronauts had more appeal
Or the one who jumped the canyon as an afterthought
Feeling like a god behind the wheel

I’m sorry, sir
There’s only one per customer
I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry sir

Cake

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Walker, Wussy)

I’m out of the picture frame
Cause I’m shedding my skin
So far down a hole
I can never go home
Riding over Lake Pontchartrain
In a hell of a state
There’s so many things
That I didn’t get done

It’s not the type of picture
That you would ever want to take
These aren’t the kinds of colors
That you would want them on your cake

Floating in my favorite dress
So far outta state
Catching too much heat
Just for saving my skin
Have a little laugh I guess
If it’s funny to you
Now I sleep on the ground
With the needles and pins

It’s not the sort of summer
That you’d spend
Swimming at the lake
These aren’t the kinds of colors
That you would want them on your cake

It’s not the type of picture
That you would ever want to take
These aren’t the kinds of colors
That you would want them on your cake

Gloria

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

She drives through the spirits like
The haunted flashing lights on County Road Nine
And as she fades into the dark
You wonder who will stay to put it to rights

Now he checks the page again
To find the thing he might have missed
Is she a phantom or a memory
Or the girl that you once kissed
So he is typing in her name
To prove that she does not exist
Her name is Gloria

A hundred wolves pursue
But she is hunting every one before they arrive
And she can’t fear the seasons
Cause the sun, the wind and the rain
They keep her alive

Now she walks into the cabin
Packed with nothing much to show
She is looking over baseball fields
And fairgrounds in the snow
Until the stranger in the window seat
Declares “Look out below -
Her name is Gloria!”

He is looking everywhere
And sees that she cannot be found
She was the only light the lonely night
The night she turned around
But she believes in something
Brighter than the darkness that surrounds
Her name is Gloria

Tall Weeds

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Walker, Wussy)

It appears we may have finally found a sweet spot
Somewhere between the grove of cedars and the lake
Was that commotion an explosion or a gunshot
A firecracker’s just as likely and it’s easier to take
Look away look away don’t watch me
A silhouette against a watercolor sky
Look away look away don’t watch me
From the tall weeds
Don’t wait, don’t wait up for me tonight
I left my memory in the evergreen

It looks as if we may have come across a camp site
A moldy blanket and the remnants of a fire
An open space illuminated in the moonlight
I’m getting thirsty, kind of sleepy
And I’m starting to perspire
Look away, look away don’t watch me
A frightened rabbit wishing it could disappear
Look away, look away don’t watch me
From the tall weeds
Don’t wait, don’t wait up for me tonight
I left my memory in the evergreen

There’s a chance we may have landed in an ambush
I took a bullet and I’m bleeding pretty bad
Was that goodbye a salutation or a hard push
I bet my money on the latter and I’m anything but glad
Look away, look away don’t watch me
A fellow traveler going anywhere but here
Look away, look away don’t watch me
From the tall weeds

Don’t wait, don’t wait up for me tonight
I left my memory in the evergreen
I don’t know your expression in the moonlight
But I still have your picture to remind me

Firefly

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

When the thieves of time
Come to wait outside your door
We will take to flight
You will light the way and soar
Just like a firefly

The winds will surely blow
The rains will fall but you abide
Shining like the stars
Lighting up the northern sky
Like a firefly

Just like a firefly
Like a firefly

Aliens in Our Midst

Cover of a song by The Twinkeyz

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(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

Summer haze much sweeter
We all form in two straight lines
Following the leader
I’m bound for fire this time
Words were falling from your eyes

I know all the back roads
This used to be my home
I replaced the needle so
It won’t skip when you come
Words were falling from your eyes

Sleeping in your tangled hair
And words I didn’t mean
Language just the frozen air
That we kiss between
Words were falling from your eyes
Don’t know who was more surprised

Oblivion

Cover of a song by Kath Bloom

Nope

(Words: Chuck Cleaver, Lisa Walker / Music: Cleaver, Walker, Wussy)

You’ve exited the freeway
And you’re sitting at the light
And the man there with the homeless sign
Is looking right at you
So you fidget with the radio
And pretend to fix your hair
As you’re slowly pulling forward
So the mirror blocks your view

Obsessed with the all-seeing eye
We live our lives on film
We’ve all but given up on private space
This is what you had for lunch
And here you’re hanging with your friends
I got to know your breasts
Before I ever saw your face

Welcome to the world of tomorrow
It’s all over now

Open your eyes
Get out of bed
You’re nearly dead
You’re nearly dead

You’re crying as the legends die
And I understand the loss
But what about the woman down the block
It was weeks before they discovered her
Because she lived alone
And all that you could manage was
‘Well that’s the way it goes’

Open your eyes
Get out of bed
You’re nearly dead
You’re nearly dead

Pretty fly now rest your head
Sleeping in your water bed
Birdie finally knows you’re dead
Crown of hyacinths instead

Waiting for the preacher
Pressed against the window pane
Leaning on the everlasting
Notes of your refrain
Rifle on your knee
You sing the descant all the same
The fly went to the river
And was never seen again

Black Hole

(Words: Lisa Walker / Music: Walker, Wussy)

All the voices keep on singing
As the pieces fall away
But I don’t know the sea of faces
On our graduation day

It’s the last time around
It’s the last time around

Are you afraid of all the monsters
In the folding metal chairs
As you walk across the platform
And count the seconds down the stairs

It’s the last time around
It’s the last time around

And I wonder will they notice
When the yearbook goes to press
I don’t know if it’s all the mutations
But I like you less and less

It’s the last time around
It’s the last time around