Boyfriend TV

by Mackenzie Keefe

/
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.

credits

released 04 November 2014

Recorded in various bedrooms and garages by Mackenzie Keefe and Griffin Silver
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Griffin Silver

Mackenzie Keefe - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Synth Production, Drum Production
Griffin Silver - Drums, Synth Production, Bass
Amherst - Synth Production
Framecode - Drum Production
Riarco Ellis - Trumpet

tags

license

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Sorely Missed
I'm sleeping in,
I'm pretty and thin in my best dreams,
Based solely on trust,
My encounters just split at the seams

Been waiting for, A healed-up sore,
Feeling something more, than suburban lore,
I'll fall in place, with lots of space,
That's all you ever wanted for me baby, that's all you ever needed from me

I'm sorely missed,
While you're sunkissed like a good teen,
All feelings go,
You're letting everyone know they can deplete

We'll dissipate, the mess we made,
I can't create, while changing state,
Never alone, maintaining tone,
It's all I've ever wanted from me baby, that's all I've ever needed from me

I'm ignorant, I'm heaven-sent,
I never meant, to live content,
You made the rules, I played the fool,
That's all you've ever wanted from me baby, that's all you've ever needed from me
Track Name: Writing Songs About Leaving Towns
I heard you call my name,
A half a dozen continents away from home,
It told me to go away,
For as long as it would take,
To occupy my shame, but as you know

If I could I would take you where I go,
It's not about the present

I think that I've been tied to the well-read,
Long enough to split my brain in two,
Out of spite I'll sigh into your bed,
To see if I can get enough of you

I'm craving the little things,
To steer me away from all the grandiose,
You make me meditate,
On my unforgiven state,
All the hearts I'd break if I went home

If I could I would take you where I go,
It's all about my resent

I think that I've been tied to the well-read,
Long enough to split my brain in two,
Out of spite I'll sigh into your bed,
To see if I can get enough of you
Track Name: Flight Sounds
You felt vintage to me girl,
I bought up all your space,
Let past decors stay the shag I would embrace

In a message vast and smart,
Your hands did relay,
This is bigger than the house of cards we play

Hey army in your skull just,
Stay and wait for the end of it all
I'm not telling you to be stronger I wanna
Be as much of a fly on the wall as all

It's so pretty when the night falls down,
I'm sinking underground with flight sounds

My plan to move up the Kinsey scale,
Was set back a few marks,
But life was moving too fast to save a spark

In a message vast and smart,
Your hands they did betray,
I'm cannon fodder for your Spring slaughter, that ritual malaise

Hey army in your skull just,
Stay and wait for the end of it all
I'm not telling you to be stronger I wanna
Be as much of a fly on the wall as all

It's so pretty when the night falls down,
I'm floating underground
Track Name: Out of Frame
I stared at walls for hours on end,
Hoping this time they might find signs again,
When words appeared I called them out,
Attempting to misuse this bout

Shake me, I'm taking,
Pictures daily,
Creating spaces out of frame again

When winter went I took it back,
Left the weather and took the better half,
I'm bleak and bitter but not bruised,
I wrapped my head in bandages for you

Make me, I'm breaking,
Best shots baby,
Creating spaces out of frame again
Track Name: 8:09, Middle East Bathroom
Take it easy on yourself,
Those ten foot fingers missed and hit your soul,
I'm not one to speak for health

But white beds stand for a last chance,
And my dead friends have the same stance,
My dad's mom's grave is evidence I'm not your home

I haven't seen you since that day,
You opened up and tied me to your side,
And though I've never seen your face

Those white beds stand for a last chance,
And my dead friends have the same stance,
My dad's mom's grave is evidence I'm not your home

You called me last night at the show,
I could sense the tremble in your voice,
Normally I'd remain cold

But white beds stand for a last chance,
And my dead friends have the same stance,
My dad's mom's grave is evidence I'm not your home
Track Name: Word Searches
You're the kind that claps at movies when they fade to black,
But your innocence is frightening,
In contrast my bombast wears thin,
Like your skin

Finish up all the word searches you left, retrace your steps,
For that little kid you abandoned,
Will soon share the same flare to win,
As your kin

I wish it if our kids could get set on the grid,
And buy up a big house and drive it to the ground,
Live off the proceeds of the dust of their dreams,
And find a new place to call home, besides their own
Track Name: Weathered Bombs
Scales had tipped so I equipped a frame,
To make things seem more sane,
Grace had fallen made me call them vain,
With nothing left to obtain

I felt bigger in a sicker way,
but far too scared to say

You called it charm with zero chance of harm,
Twice a day,
I'm leaving with my riches, if I had some

Cars had crashed so I rehashed a song,
A loud and upbeat one,
And recognition piled in someone's,
Nonexistant lump sum

The stresses of a life of weathered bombs,
Of creation undone

You called it charm with zero chance of harm,
Once a day,
I'm seething with your riches, if I had one
Track Name: The Seas Are Calm
Sometimes I wish that I had never worn,
That familiar flannel I wished your twitches had torn,
If chances were given, sentiments were exchanged,
This sinking ship of a life and strife would seem sane

How have I been waiting so long,
For a chance to play the prince or stay the pawn,
Late at night I start to regret,
All the hours I had wasted to reset

How can you rest assure that the seas are calm,
And how can you push forward when the will is gone,
It's been a couple years and I've never found fun,
In learning how, to become undone

Walked into you like a broken home,
The portraits were cracked while siblings fought for the phone,
And you were that diamond in the rough,
Your eyes were so tired but desired more than enough

How could I be so late for,
My chance to shake you to your core,
Lust is just a blessing and a curse,
But ends up as a chorus and a verse

How can you rest assure that the seas are calm,
And how can you push forward when the will is gone,
It's been a couple years and I've never found fun,
In learning how, to become undone

How can you find a cure for the time you lost,
Those days always fade with all the dreams you toss,
And what made you so pure to forget the cost,
Of everyone, you have loved and lost
Track Name: Sense of Resist
Stacks of late down-payments,
Half-lost in found statements,
The cost is deeper than the womb

I've crossed my finest list,
Gold-plated sense of resist
No better offer to pursue

Knocking off loyal vendors while fulfill,
ing all my moral splendors but still
The wait is never-ending,
But my patience is that of a godsend,
An old friend turning into clay

Complacency's the address,
A witness to the witness,
I'll fabricate until I'm blue

That's not what this song meant,
That's called a mint opposite,
I thought you were of the few that knew

I found my favorite station saturnine,
The essence's vibrations throughout my,
Pretty women dressed in boxes,
I tried my best not to cost them,
I lost them, I told them not to change
Track Name: It's Alright If You Can't Breathe
Surrounded by thoughtlessness,
Drowning in the fatigue,
Manufactured, vapid kids
Dying to live serene

I'll overthink the compliments,
I've yet to receive,
And never try to make sense,
Of my old self-esteem

Godspeed your bitterness,
We're repeating the same old dream,
I'll send a messenger,
To say the typical things,
Bring her to me

Leave hope for another day,
Let the cynics run wild,
No one has ever wanted more,
Bad news than tonight

My fears are becoming more real,
Every time I half-wake,
Expectations are a bad deal,
But that's what I like and I like what I fake

Godspeed your bitterness,
We're repeating the same old dream,
I'll send a messenger,
To say the typical things

Leave out making sense,
It's alright if you can't breathe,
It's just what we feel,
The pointless anxiety,
Bring her to me
Track Name: Free, Angelic
Send me your walk,
So you can bounce around my mind and when,
It's time to talk,
I will build a shrine

Turn around, to you,
Out-of-body, I see,
Watching it go, free, angelic

I tried to come up,
With a good excuse for lying,
But it turned ugly,
Around the third trip round Earth

Turn around, to you,
Out-of-body, I see,
Watching it go, free, angelic