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Alarm Clock Headache

from Quitting Tomorrow by Variex

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alarm clock headache

alarm clock headache, i love the a.m. drag my ass out of bed and wait for the day to end. so when i get back home and break bread with the skeletons in my closet, they can take away my stress. more is imperative than paper and a pen to create something better than yet another ashamed attempt at viewing life any way instead of a blue framed lens or that painting of the end where everyone is chasing death. save your breath, you’ll need it for the exhale when that twenty four seven stomach pain sets sail in your veins, and drags you away on a stretcher to hell. it’s no wonder why you don’t have any respect for yourself. living in a dusty corner, taking a step right off that shelf onto the dark edge of existence where the pressure seems to swell in our heads and hands and expands at will. the daily’s on fast forward but my feet are standing still on a soiled train of thought that keeps sprouting up daffodils. past life out the window, continuous tapping on the sill. there isn’t enough time to get lost in all of the music in the world, so we do our best to capture these moments and let the beauty unfurl.

don’t you ever get any deeper than that. walking along the shore with your feet in the sand. or wading in shallow waters with a beer in your hand. you can’t see below the surface but ya’ll think it’s clear as glass.

i woke up drenched in a puddle of cold sweat, rolled out of bed with marionette strings holding up my head. why do we need a couple of drinks in order to say what we mean? raise your fist to the sky if you take pride in making love to your dreams. i swear there was a day when our lives made sense and we sunk into the grass instead of climbing the fence. i’ll be digging through notebooks until i find my head, to screw it back on whether i’m alive or dead. the motions have me in a vice grip and it isn’t worth the battle. tiptoeing up subway stairs to feel that cold san francisco breeze hit me like a slap to the face harder than chasing after the cheese in a skyscraper rat maze. running through my mental but i can’t seem to get in damn shape. witnessing my universe dissolve into an ashtray. it’s a beautiful day to be under the same sun. now we can talk about the clouds or wherever you came from.

i want my children to eat better than a value menu meal. still we compete to keep our lives from spilling right into the street. i see the words in your mouth, pick em from your teeth and spit em out. if only you could tell me from what exactly you’re hiding. surely not almighty flying red, white, and blue on a kite string. the puppet master higher being with fingertips of lightning made to excite the breeze in the sky, too real for the eye to see. what would your friends and family think of you if you actually knew how to be yourself in front of them? some of us had to bleed to keep feeling that magic still. i was probably sweating because my head is far too heavy to rest on my shoulders steadily. in the crooked pace of the city streets i might be floating away on a pigeon wing.

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from Quitting Tomorrow, released May 8, 2010

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Variex Oakland, California

Variex is a Bay Area, CA based music producer, rapper, and engineer. He is a co-founder of the New Cocoon collective and has worked with artists like Ceschi, Factor, 2Mex, and Alias. He has also shared the stage with Cage and Sadistik, released an album on Milled Pavement Records, and founded his own label, Red Tempo Records. Variex's newest album, Struggle Sandwich, is out now. ... more

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