i hope you fall in love

by The Ready Aim Fire!

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The first release of The Ready Aim Fire!

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released March 23, 2007

All music and lyrics written and performed by Dave Trautz.
Except drums written by Donavan Foy and Dave Trautz and performed by Donavan Foy.
All songs copyright 2007.
Produced, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Dave Trautz in Walnut, CA.

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Track Name: It's A Fucking Setup
I've got a virgin singing of death
With her hands on the back of my neck
But every girl's name that I have been trying to forget
Has gotten caught in my throat like they're all still in my bed
And I'm stuck on that scene in the silent film with bad lighting
And all the lines I’ve been reciting have made her lips look so inviting
But I tried, I tried to turn and leave
But she kissed me, yeah she kissed me as if she believed in me

I am a bad artist with impeccable taste
So all my best works always end up in flames
And I love my slow killers but I just can't wait
I can deal with the pain, it's the suspense I can't take
I keep hearing the call out, but it's a fucking setup
The cops are all waiting in vans down the block
And I am not a good man, no, I’ve got blood on my hands
So sell me out, I’ll understand.

When she was holding me tight
I told her all of my lies
That I had stole all my lines
But she had known the whole time

Oh baby, I am a bad artist with impeccable taste
So all my true loves always end up in flames
And I’d quit my slow killers but I’m too afraid
I can deal with the pain, it's being alone I can't take
I keep falling in love, but it's a fucking setup
Cuz I know what's waiting for us down the block
I'll have my hands in the air, and I’ll be saying my prayers
But someday I... I won't be scared

And I won't need pills or bottles
And I won't need love at all
And I won't need you, and I won't need you, and I won't need you

But even poets are just drunks with diaries
And actors are liars with better memories
And atheists will die humming pop songs out of key
And that's how you'll find me

Oh that's how you'll find me

So please just find me
Oh come on, just find me
Oh god, just find me
Track Name: 22 Stars
Oh tonight, let's just untangle wires and sing to each other
Of all the messes we've made of every love we've encountered
But I can't sing when you're biting my lip
Oh and you can't leave with my hands on your hips
And oh god we're so turned on, turned on
Our hands are where they just don't belong
And I can't sing those old love songs
When I have had it so wrong all along
So now I’m singing come on, come on
Cuz baby we just can't go wrong, go wrong
Let's fall asleep on the lawn
Cuz once you're gone, you might stay gone

And we'll have time to count 22 stars
Before we just can't help ourselves
And the stars will just keep coming

So what's it gonna take
To change your mind
Oh come on, just stay
Stay here tonight

And your eyes are red from the cigarettes
And I am sorry love, I’m such a mess
But I am dripping with... yeah I am dripping with...
And all that matters here is love and sweat
And you and I are soaking wet
Yeah I am dripping with... yeah I am dripping with...
And the air is dripping with... and the walls are dripping with...
The sky is dripping with you
I am, I am dripping with... oh god I am dripping with...
Oh I am dripping with you

So what's it gonna take
To change your mind
Oh come on, just stay
Stay here tonight
Track Name: Blood From A Broken Nose
I am a deserted street.
You can't bear the sight of me.
Your car is running, but the engine screams
"Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't..."

Baby, I'm afraid that we are both sketches from a dead artist.
I know you hoped so bad that we'd burst with color once we kissed.
But somehow I always knew you were too good to be true,
So I never believed in you.

It was when we slept, you would disappear.
If it weren't for the sheets, I'd never know you were here.
But I've got photographs to prove
You were the ghost that haunted my bed for years.

It was when you wept, and my skin froze.
You might as well have seen my breath turn to icicles.
Cuz I kept my mouth closed when the words should've flowed
Like blood from a broken nose.

So let's stop lying to ourselves,
Every love is a motel.
And I will go my whole life
With my bags still packed.
But I keep lying to myself.
It's not love, I know damn well.
But I have tried to survive the night by myself.

But now that you've washed me off your skin.
And you've left the car running.
Oh goddamn, you look stunning,
So don't leave... don't leave.

So let's stop lying to ourselves,
Every love is a motel.
And I will go my whole life
With my bags still packed.
But you keep lying to yourself.
This was love, you know damn well.
But I will try to survive the night.
Track Name: SlowMotionGetaway
There was no sky tonight, no borders for heaven or hell
They said a gorgeous girl was staring, but I could barely tell
So let’s get more drinks and hope they let us in
Our bodies will be old computer screens, vacant and never used again

But I am not fooling anyone
No, I am not fooling anyone
With this slow-motion getaway
But I have run out of reasons to stay

I am staring at the ground, I speak, but nothing comes out
I scream, but there is no sound
Every night is a plane crash, every battle with God
I have lost
No, I was born with this pain, and it has not gone away
No matter how much I’ve prayed
And I have tried to make do, and to hide from the truth
But it’s just no use

I was blessed with a hole in my belly where nothing will fit
Girls with too much lipstick, Jack Daniels, and cigarettes
And I thought if I could just fall in love once, maybe it would stick
But I quit, I quit, I quit, I quit, I quit
Track Name: Midnight Construction
We were late on the road
Our off-ramp was closed
For some midnight construction

The heater was broke
And you kept checking your phone
Like you had somewhere to go

It was all so cinematic
The way you flipped your hair as I killed the engine
Yeah, it was just like we rehearsed
But there was a tearing sound
And the world turned so bright
Like the Fourth of July
Had gotten caught between our eyes

And suddenly our tongues were tied
And we had both forgotten our lines
But I just couldn't let you pass me by
So we made our own, yeah, we made our own lines

And we kissed like movie stars
And we fired the director
And we made love on the cutting room floor

And our hands were around our necks
And for once, we found a pulse

You said, "Baby, in the morning
We'll both have the blackest eyes
From a lifetime of
Seeing things that no one ever should."

So we kissed like movie stars
And we fired the director
And we made love on the cutting room floor
Yeah, we kissed like movie stars
And we burned down every theatre
And we made love under the ashes we prayed for