Sonder

by Tim Brochier

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released November 14, 2014

Tim Brochier: Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Scott Jespersen: Fiddle, Keyboard, Vocals
Ernie McMillan: Drums, Percussion
Chandra Rajagopal: Guitars, Mandolin, Guitarlele

All songs written by Tim Brochier

Recorded by Kevin Dixon, Chandra Rajagopal, and Tim Brochier
Mixed and Mastered by Tim Brochier
Album art by Tim Brochier and Ernie "Stardust" McMillan

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Track Name: So Far Away
She looks at her reflection in anything that shows it
Tinted car windows, and vending machines
I wear my sunglasses and never really know if
She's looking at herself, or looking at me

And I'm so far away
I'm so far away

She checks her cell in the elevator silence
I wanna break it, but then what would I say?
"Hey, how are you?"
"Fine, thanks for asking."
"Well, this is my floor."
"Have a nice day."

And I'm so far away
I'm so far away
Track Name: Sacagawea
The Bible told me to prepare for my judgement
My teachers told me to prepare for the grade
The Buddha told me just exist in the moment
My parents told me get a 401k

My buddy said that I should follow my heroes
I had my heroes but then both of them died
One of them did it with a needle on the sofa
One just committed suicide

I think I'm gonna run away to Sequoia
I'll gather berries and I'll hunt for squirrels
Baby, you can be my Sacagawea
Maybe we can get away with the World

My counselor asked me what I see in the inkblots
I told her everything reminds me of sex
Cayenne and lemon in the water for the detox
Bottle of Ritalin to keep me in check

Can't help but feel like I'm part of the infection
a sympathetic parasite
I've done my worst with the best of intentions
I gotta sleep below the stars tonight

I think I'm gonna run away to Sequoia
I'll gather berries and I'll hunt for squirrels
Baby, you can be my Sacagawea
Maybe we can get away with the World
Track Name: Gimme One More
Misty-eyed and mystified while I drive you
praying for a red light
so we can finish this song
Harvest Moon through a thick June gloom and I think through
The things I never said right,
the things I never said at all
I tried to find you peace of mind, but I'm part of
The world that you're escaping
There's no windows in your wall
We play listen, speak, then hide and seek and the hard part's
not knowing when you're coming back
Or if you're coming back at all

So gimme one more before you go
Gimme one more
Gimme one more
Before you go

Stomach sick when the car door clicks, and it echoes
the dead echo of a coffin
I slam my head against the steering wheel
Now the headache screams and your voice still rings, you said I
was the forest you got lost in
I just thought that I could help you heal
I'll wait for you, but I'm afraid the truth's I'll be waiting
for this ocean to evaporate
or for the sun to blow us all to dust
Love makes you pay for the joy that it gave, and I knew that
but I thought that we were different
I guess it went the same for us

So gimme one more before you go
Gimme one more
Gimme one more
Before you go
Track Name: Cold Green Water
Running away with my arms wide open
trying to stay in tune
running astray, you always end up at an ocean
and then what are you supposed to do?
We comin' a comin' apart and then we're
comin' a comin' a comin back together
We catchin a wave in and then we're
caught caught 'a caught inside
Knowin where we're goin
never knowin though if we're gonna get there
Swervin the Suburban down the curves of the Devil's Slide

Cold green water,
won't you numb my mind?
I wrote my worries in the sand,
and here comes the high tide,
here it comes
Cold green water,
won't you numb my mind?
I wrote my worries in the sand,
and here comes the high tide,
here comes the high tide

A place you can stay, but still stay movin
a place you can play all day
some spend life waitin for nothin,
well we we spend it waiting for the waves
OB's blown out, so we'll just head south to Año
Agro's singin "The Wizard" and I'm shotgun rollin a joint
We callin up his bro, he says "Dude, Santa Cruz is firing!"
"All right dawg, we'll meet you at Pleasure Point"

Cold green water,
won't you numb my mind?
I wrote my worries in the sand,
and here comes the high tide,
and here it comes
Cold green water,
won't you numb my mind?
I wrote my worries in the sand,
and here comes the high tide,
here comes the high tide
Track Name: Astronaut
For the fourth time in three weeks, I'm movin out
Five days goes fast for the guy on the couch
A guitar and a surfboard, a bag of dirty clothes
For guys like me in times like these, it's always time to go

I think it's too late to be an astronaut,
too late to be a God of Rock
It's too late, and maybe I'm too stoned
It's too late to win olympic gold
too late to do what I was told
but I did what I did, and I'm not that old
I'm going to space, baby, I'm going to space

I slept in kitchen floors, living rooms, dining rooms, stairwells,
and parking lots of fast food chains
I was touring the states, but the van broke down,
and I couldn't hop that bullet train
Now I'm playin in the gutter, and starin at the stars
Riding a rocket bus, next to Elon Musk, talkin bout rockin out on Mars

I think it's too late to be an astronaut,
too late to be a God of Rock
It's too late, and maybe I'm too stoned
It's too late to win olympic gold
too late to do what I was told
but I did what I did, and I'm not that old
I'm going to space, baby, I'm going to space
Track Name: Stay Cool
I thought I had it figured out,
til I figured out I'll never have a clue
Sure we saw this coming,
but it still feels like the coming came to soon
Like figure eights on frozen lakes,
our paths will always cross and never end
Today we're missing you, old friend

Pumpkin guts and pigeon coops
and old skunk railroads spinnin through my head
With spaghetti shirts and tractor rides
and all of the I love you's left unsaid
Gambling with matchsticks by the statue of St. Francis
feedin crumbs to chickens round the bend
Today we're missing you, old friend

If I knew those were our last words,
I would've wrote em down,
learned to fly an airplane, and go write em in the clouds
Now I can't even remember,
but I still can hear the sound
Stay cool, I'll see ya round
I'll see ya round

Grandpa built a forest,
a patch of Eucalyptus in a grid
Where we build forts with Nate and Lauren and Simone
and I still feel like a kid
I couldn't fit my arms around you,
but I loved to be around you
Now you're up there with baby Jesus shootin squirrels
and smiling down at the world

If I knew those were our last words,
I would've wrote em down,
learned to fly an airplane, and go write em in the clouds
Now I can't even remember,
but I still can hear the sound.
Stay cool, I'll see ya round
I'll see ya round
Track Name: Zombie Apocalypse
Through the hole in the barbed wire fence
Up the ladder of the radio tower
We bruised our knees on graffiti cement
The city burning with my arms wrapped around her
She says, "We gotta move away from this madness,"
as sirens echo off the canyon wall
I stand below as she repels from the blackness
as if I could really break her fall

And the city glowed, molten lava flow,
that computer chip dipped in the midnight coast
Talking low and sweet while the owls speak
and we take each other to the other side of sleep
Blood moon rising like my tongue on her bottom lip
We were perfectly equipped for the zombie apocalypse

Through the hole in the barbed wire fence
down to the water through the cracks at Jalama
A ukulele and a yellow tent,
beef jerky, avocados, and bananas
The tide was creepin' towards the edge of our sand dune
the wind was whippin' 'gainst our driftwood wall
our shadows dancing by the light of the half moon
our voices singing like a while song

And when the morning rose, we paddled out to float
endless sky above, and endless sea below
Then on the way back, by the railroad tracks,
I saw a bald eagle lifting off a dead tree branch
There were poppies on the hill, "Old Pine" on the tape deck
She turns to me and says "Everything is sacred."
Track Name: Party at the Jungle Tonight
Boswell's in the backyard playin snappa
chuckin empties high up in the tree
Avery and Elliot, our underground rappers,
are spittin nasty flow with Bill and me
Miles feeds the sharks and the piranhas
Pat's got Charlie wrapped around his neck
Agro's talkin robots and rollin marijuana
Debo's watchin Clippers, and yellin at the ref

So call all the boys, Heyyyyy
Call all the girls, Wooooooo
Call everyone that you know
move out the furniture, move in the drum kit
for the King Moe punk rock show,
three kegs and twelve handles, four scoops of No Xplode,
Kool-Aid and Diet Cherry Sprite
Turn up the music and turn out the lights
there's a party at The Jungle tonight

We're chuggin and we're sluggin in the moshpit
with girls in leopard loin cloths on the table
I don't think we'll get back our deposit
cuz Billy smashed that box we use for mail
Connor's gettin freaky by the black light
Sammy's gettin freaky in the hall
Brandon's takin drunk drops on the half pipe
Plaga took a strike out, put a pool cue through the wall

Call all the boys, Heyyyy
Call all the girls, Wooooo
Call everyone that you know
Move out the furniture, move in the drumkit
for the King Moe punk rock show
Slap cup and tit pong and rap battles, ripped bongs,
and ciggys underneath the front porch light
turn up the music, and turn out the lights
there's a party at The Jungle tonight

Party is over, too many lingerers,
Pat just set off that old fire extinguisher
Soap in the fish tank and coke in the den
Tomorrow we'll wake up and do it again

So call all the boys, Heyyyyy
Call all the girls, Wooooooo
Call everyone that you know
move out the furniture, move in the drum kit
for the King Moe punk rock show,
three kegs and twelve handles, four scoops of No Xplode,
Kool-Aid and Diet Cherry Sprite
Turn up the music and turn out the lights
there's a party at The Jungle tonight
Track Name: The Kinda Crazy You Make Me
Could we do today again tomorrow?
We could do the same things as today
Load up the Camry with the guitar and the banjo
Radio blasting Donnie Hathaway
Could we do today again tomorrow?
I'll be Timoteo, you be Saya Pine
We'll hit the redwood grove,
race down to make the show,
and then I'll kiss you like the first time one more time

You can sing like a river in the summer
I can sing like a rundown van
Come on baby let's prepare for nostalgia
Let me be your man
I love the kinda crazy you make me
I love the kinda crazy you make me
Here I am take me, swear you'll never break me
I love the kinda crazy you make me

Could we do today again tomorrow?
Harry and Sam are playing at Ye Rustic Inn
We could take a couple shots
Salsa dancing in the parking lot
Singing "Cheek to Cheek" with all our friends
Could we do today again tomorrow?
Back before those things you said tonight
Staring out at the bay, I had nothing to say
So I just kissed you like the first time, one last time

You can sing like a river in the summer
I can sing like a rundown van
Come on baby let's prepare for nostalgia
Let me be your man
I love the kinda crazy you make me
I love the kinda crazy you make me
I'll admit maybe I knew someday you'd break me,
but I loved the kinda crazy you made me
Track Name: Crooked Jaw
He sticks a ciggy in his crooked jaw
I ask him where he's stayin
and he takes a draw
he says, "Man, I'm stayin one step ahead of the Devil
and two steps ahead of the law.
And I gotta keep movin, cuz they're movin in.
Before I go to prison, I'ma get the most outta my sin."

He reaches over, grabs a bottle of Jag',
hands the barman a hundred, says "Keep the change."
Then he pours me a shot, he leans in close,
and says, "Before I go, I gotta make a toast."

The best decisions are the rash ones,
and the sweetest breath's the last one,
so if you're all livin fast ones,
let's take another shot
to the things that we'll forget
to the things we already forgot
let's take all we can get
then give it all we got

Back to the states, and I'm watchin TV
apparently there's been a bank robbery
They flashed his face, you shoulda seen what I saw
I swear to God he had a crooked jaw

The best decisions are the rash ones,
and the sweetest breath's the last one,
so if you're all livin fast ones,
let's take another shot
to the things that we'll forget
to the things we already forgot
let's take all we can get
then give it all we got