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Mr. 50 Questions
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Mr. 50 Questions by oblio © 2013
And I forget just why I had complained in the first place.
And how can I still have an ego? You know, I only play the bass.
The medal on my chest says "best at trying hard”, but I hardly tried.
And how can one girl be so beautiful, she makes a man a boy?
And I regret not playing nicer with her heart, like a child's toy.
The comedy routine's called "love will find away”, and I laughed so hard.
How can one man have so many friends?
I have so many questions…
How can one band fit so many trends?
I have so many questions…
And how can body parts and chemicals control the mighty man;
Or how they fuel false emotions I will never understand…
The sign outside says "we do happy endings", so why did I cry?
How can one man have so many friends?
I have so many questions!
How can one band fit so many trends?
I have so many questions!
How can one world have so many ends?
I have so many questions!
How can one God have so many plans?
I have so many questions for you…
Surprise! Surprise… I have no other plans.
I have no other hands to hold, it's why I can't let go.
There's no good disguise for weary eyes,
And mine are always closed.
How can one man have so many friends?
I have so many questions!
How can one band fit so many trends?
I have so many questions!
How can one world have so many ends?
I have so many questions!
How can one God have so many plans?
I have so many questions for you…
So many questions for you…
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Lilly (Electric Version)
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Lilly by oblio © 2012
On a road, some dirty country home…
You made me feel so welcome.
I knew you wanted more,
When you opened up your door.
In your eyes, I feasted on dragon's fires,
And at your empty table I...
I never once was hungry,
And it satisfied my soul.
Lilly you're a blind girl, but through you I see.
Even as a caged bird, you can brake me free.
Whoever you speak to wear reverent faces.
Wherever you pass through become holy places.
So Lilly, stay with me.
Out at sea, I felt you there with me.
No matter where you'd be, you know…
That I would follow through,
To the bitter end with you.
Sing with me, we'll erase the memory,
And I'll write you a melody for you…
…to drown your sorrows to,
If I'm not there with you.
Lilly I don't know how… but you know my ways.
Your hand is on my brow, and I feel your gaze.
Whoever you speak to wear reverent faces.
Wherever you pass through become holy places.
So Lilly, stay with me.
Lilly, stay with me.
Lilly, stay with me.
Lilly, stay with me.
Up in space, I dreamed I saw your face there.
Floating without a trace and I'm…
Alone and in my starship
In an orbit around you.
There you are, I stand in wonder and awe.
The pain of being so far away,
Can't hinder my plans,
‘Cause I'm coming down to land.
Lilly you're a blind girl, but through you I see.
Even as a caged bird, you can set me free.
Whoever you speak to wear reverent faces.
Wherever you pass through become holy places.
So Lilly, stay with me.
Lilly, stay with me.
Lilly, stay with me.
Lilly, stay with me.
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The Suit
03:07
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The Suit by oblio © 2013
There are things that you won't recognize,
When you reach into hollow eyes.
Tailored to, and stretching thin.
Someone you could dress up in, and I'm afraid…
That If you look inside you won't recognize.
The killer confidence within the face of facelessness.
It ain't true, it ain't true. Just who's eyes am I looking through?
It ain't me, that's… not me. It ain't me in the skin you see.
(Someone is wearing me away.)
Well, the truth will out, right along with the guts.
Feel my good intentions, in your bones, and your trust.
And the blade is out and glistening, with all the words I couldn't…
Bear to say to you, every time that you were listening.
And if you find that you are hollow as well,
With insecurities that stitch up your shell, who's inside?
It ain't true. It ain't true. Just who's eyes are you looking through?
A new suit. A new suit. Flesh disguise for an old abuse.
Cut-out lie for the friends we choose.
All these pressures, all these puppeteers, I look like a fool.
To make some body act this way, I've become your tool.
Looking mighty sharp,
Dressed up like a thief.
My heart is on your sleeve.
It ain't true. It ain't true. Just who's eyes are we looking through?
A new suit. A new suit. Fresh disguise for an old excuse.
Cut-out lie for the friends we'll lose.
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Burning Girl by oblio © 2012
Do you still feel the fire burning girl?
The guilt in your desire could melt the world.
And the steam that rises up from when you cry…
It's clouding up the sky my burning girl.
Aaah… Aaah…
All the sky's filled up with the tears of the burned girl.
Aaah… Aaah…
All the sky's filled up with the tears of the burned girl.
She's a wallflower in the dead of the night.
Oh, but bring her out and she wilts in the light.
Another day, I'm not up to the task…
Another day for you to put on your mask.
(Chorus)
If you give up inside my burning girl,
Could you find a place to hide yourself from the world?
From the faces there that stare into your soul,
And the prying eyes that burned and left a hole.
All my soul's filled up with the tears of the burned girl…
All the places you would go, and your faces I don't know…
Through the twisted ways we turn, I always seem to leave you burned.
Aaah… Aaah…
All my soul's filled up with the tears of the burned girl.
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Low Expectations by oblio © 2011
You cynical fool, open up your eyes.
There were days when we dreamed, now you don't even try.
I partake, you partook, and developed my fears…
Now all my lost hopes fill up inside here.
You know the place your headed, I can't see where you're taking me.
Your hopes and dreams for your life… they don't occur, or I can't see.
Partially protected, but I'm open at the flank.
Tried to be leader, but the fish head stank.
I got a lot of muscle, but my head's too strong.
Now I'm living pretty good, probably won't last me too long.
(Chorus)
I wanna be the lover of a girl like no other,
I wanna be good so I can stay out of hell.
I try to learn my lessons, but I don't know why I bother…
'cause it probably won't go that well.
Of all my faults and failures, the two I love the most:
She's the hole inside my head, and He's the Holy Ghost.
From all this celebration, the poisons I misuse…
No more lying for the wolf boy, no more poor excuse.
(Chorus)
Love me… I don't know if you do… So I'll wait and see.
Hate me… if you knew me like I do, then probably.
Take me… to the low side of my pride… and the gates of hell…
…where I'd buy back my soul, but it probably won't go that well.
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