Love Songs for the Love​-​Impaired

by Vices I Admire

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Vices I Admire's latest sampler. All tracks can be downloaded for free! Lucky 16, baby! Ordered lovingly to play start to finish for complete and utter awesome! Please, if you download any tracks, help us out and share 'em with everyone you know!

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released November 14, 2014

Lyrics by Dave Curtis
Music by Vices I Admire
"It Is" features Dan Fischer on piano

Vices I Admire is
Alex Simpson - Drums, auxiliary percussion
Dan Battenhouse - Bass, upright bass, guitar, piano
Dave Curtis - Vocals, guitar, piano

This collection was made possible through the hard work; blood, sweat and tears of Rob, Mark, Mickey, Kevin, Jennie and Tavis. Much love guys! We wouldn't be around today if not for you! I hope you know that and believe it!

Special thanks to Scott Uhl, Shannon Calvin and the Vice Squad, Jesse Gehring, Kenz, John Mckenzie, Tony Maestes, Brooke Klinker, Kristen Vance, Cherrelle Speight, Helena Livaditis, Dan Fischer, Kyle Simmons, Liz DeLuna, the Center for Innovation at Metro State University, Angela Kerr, the Driftin' Suns crew, Glass Delirium, JP Manza - and all the crew at Take To The Oars, Cherrelle, Everyday in the Mile High and the Thompson twins, Tom Walsh at Interstate Live, Nate Ragolia at Gas Lantern Media, Brittani at General Admission blog, the Colorado Music Buzz, Marquee Magazine, Westword, Dave Herrera, Scene Magazine, KGNU, Radio 1190, KCSU, KUNC, 93.3 KTCL, NetQast, Nerf, Alf, My Body Sings Electric, all capitals, Stay Awake and The Symbols, Chemistry Club, Monroe Monroe, Will Dupree, UMS team, Westword magazine and the WMS team, Chris K., People's Fair crew, Colorado Music Buzz and to anyone and everyone who has ever helped us, if I left you out, just know that your hard work and kindness are what keep Vices together and making music!

And to our fans: Thank you, thank you, thank you for listening! Without your support we would have little reason to write music at all. I mean, what good is our music if we can't share it with someone? You all are absolutely incredible and we love you all so much!

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Vices I Admire is a rock band from Denver, CO. They are known for their intense live shows and passionate song craft.

Vices I Admire is: Alex Simpson - drums, vocals; Dan Battenhouse - bass, guitars; Dave Curtis - vocals, guitars
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Track Name: Only Me
Old bruises, bad news is
Imperfectly reused in a second life taught by second-hand thoughts to breathe when it's blown out.
I like him, don't fight him
When he speaks a piece of his mind, I give the devil his due, and if he gets through it's rude to push him out.

More than anything now, the lips I've kissed the lips you own, the lips I hate, I've memorized.

Turned to demons I can't shake. They burn. They keep me alive.

(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me

Heartacher, backbreaker. Insensitive curator. Practice smashing windows, breaking bones against the wall.

No feeling, soul stealing. If drowning slow's appealing, appreciate your motive's weight when there's nothing else to hold.

More than anything now, the lips I've kissed the lips you own, the lips I hate, I've memorized.

Turned to demons I can't shake. They burn. They keep me alive.

(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me

(Guess I'll be one more hero) (I guess I've guessed wrong)
Hold your breath, speak no more

(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me
Track Name: Heartbreaker
What’s your name? Tell me your secrets. Reasonable regrets, no preface or pretense, just c’mon lay down with me. Cut yourself from the stone, that you milled in the doorway here and keep every problem you want my dear, I’ll make it perfectly clear: all I desire is your physical pain. Like when you crawl to me, open aversion is just for show, I’d give a warning but I think you know--it doesn’t matter where you go--I’ll be recording every casual shame. Now you know me.

And I’ll tell you all about the politics of apathy. I’ll get you drunk on a word and walk you down the street. I’ll be uncomfortably warm, read me unreasonably well. I’ll put your name on the list you’ll be unable to sell. I am the heartbreaker.

There are those who impersonate their feelings of love, who draw their deficit courage from the red badge of another warm body embraced by the bed. And I’m just so damn sure that I’m not your enemy, I’ll never say what you meant to me or pretend I’ll be anything other than this weekend’s release. And now you know me well: I’ll fill you up just to empty you out. But, a criminal? No, I’m not, just the child of a lesser god (one who’s both perverse and profane). Now you know me.

And I’ll tell you all about the politics of apathy. I’ll get you drunk on a word and walk you down the street. I’ll be uncomfortably warm, read me unreasonably well. I’ll put your name on the list you’ll be unable to sell. I am the heartbreaker.

I’ll get you outta my head. I am the heartbreaker.
Track Name: Come Home
e but that's how the story goes
When she left color for chrome he was the last to know
She said, "Surely be nice for you to come with me."
He said, "I know I've got a love like a star you can hardly see, but all my fire is for you."

She sold plastic dreams, paper smiles
She studied the wonder-less world and dreamed only a little while
She said, "Surely be nice if you would come to me."
I said, "I know I've got a love like a star you can hardly see, but all my fire is for you."

I don't need you to stay
Lift my broken wings, I'll be on my way
Promises are the thinnest air, oh I breathe you now
Wrote a melody to bring you back somehow

All I dream at night is of the bright love that came back home.
Would you come back home?
Track Name: It Is
Written during, for and about the loss of our original bassist, Robert Marston.
Track Name: Last Chance
Cold wind come kiss me awake
I like the way that you stutter when you know I'm not sleeping

Stay with me a little while, and see in a little while
You won't mind the mess, 'cause I made you this way
Now you know

Oh! Oh!
Could you be mine? Would you be mine?
Could you be my last chance for love?
Will you be mine? Should you be mine?
Could you be mine? No no no yeah yeah

No more money or drugs
No more love anymore
I'll give a kiss to the kids
And set the lock on the door
I'll give everything up
I'll sell the kids to the store
I'll put some cash in your hand
And stuff the rest down your throat

Give up, give up
Give me your love
'Cause without you, I'm paralyzed
Give up, give up
Teach me to feel

Soft words won't sing me to sleep
I like the way that you mumble when you think I ain't listening
Touch me just a little more
And then for a little more
You will tell the lies that you promised to me
Now you know

Oh! Oh!
Could you be mine? Would you be mine?
Could you be my last chance for love?
Will you be mine? Should you be mine?
Could you be mine? No no no yeah yeah

No more money or drugs
No more love anymore
I'll give a kiss to the kids
And set the lock on the door
I'll give everything up
I'll sell the kids to the store
I'll put some cash in your hand
And stuff the rest down your throat

Give up, give up
Give me your love
'Cause without you, I'm paralyzed
Give up, give up
Teach me to feel

Could you be my last chance for love?

Give up, give up
Give me your love
'Cause without you, I'm paralyzed
Give up, give up
Teach me to feel
Track Name: Kiss Kiss
Process me, produce the proper symmetry to put me in charge of reinventing the mute. Put me in party to the scheduled lie and give me your right hand but live by your left, make me murder every mountain and remove every paradise.

There are evil voices in my head

(They tell me the improbable arithmetic of closing my eyes and counting the cards [keep ‘em busy by counting the cards])

See how this wears me out? How close am I (now) to another dull mystery: are we the graveyard or the ghost? I have a motive. My motivations are a matter of fault--all your fault.

There are evil voices in my head

They say, "You’re wrong" again. Every bit as wrong as you were before, when you first divined your word for love, now you wear it on your tongue, saturate your lips and kiss someone. You’re beautiful.

Poison, be my guide. Prepare me for my proudest work: prostitute for my bride. Nothing’ll heal me but the severed limb, nothing will cure me like the cancer borne. Fail me, fail, fail me fail me not, I suffer every eager infection.

There are evil voices in my head

They say, "You’re wrong" again. Every bit as wrong as you were before, when you first divined your word for love, now you wear it on your tongue, saturate your lips and kiss someone. You’re beautiful.
Track Name: Sweetest Girl
She gets her moves right from the front page and begs me, ooh I’ve got the sweetest girl. She is the product of uncertainty. The treasure I sought, a wonder grinning and gold, so much for the soft words she never told: that I would have to wait so many steps behind.

Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.

Now she likes to touch only when I’m sleeping, it keeps me dreaming of a sweeter girl. One with a generalized impurity. She’s abruptly the queen, suddenly fit for the crown, probably the reason she don’t need me now. But I prefer things much more spiritual, so I’ll stay a step behind.

Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.

She gets bored. If there were a photographic record you could watch her as she pulls the rope to move back the floor and let the world fly out from under me. I’ll act my age, but if there’s any reason, then I reason it’s a reasonably good time to stage my routine routine: melodramatic love affair.

Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.

We’re all miserable
Track Name: Stay Away
Carry me, carry me to your lips I'll be your cinnamon oh with sugar this
sweet upon my tongue it burns right through the skin

She drinks me: venom and pride; lonely on my kiss. Heart full of daggers, dear, won't keep me here. Tell me who you miss.

You'll never let me go. Oh? It's easier said than done, I'm so hard, hard to forgive I'll never give you enough.

Felicity knows my name, oh oh oh.
Never doubt my sort, cause' I'm very hard, hard to believe, believe I done did it all for her (for you).

Carry me, carry carry me down to your lips I'll be your cinnamon. If falling in love's a lonely game, it's one I intend to win.

She couldn't sort me out, forgive me, oh oh oh, promises promises, hey, so sweet to let them go.

Carry me carry me to your lips I'll be your cinnamon
Yeah, stay away from me.

Carry me carry carry me down to your lips I'll be your cinnamon would
you hold me again?
Yeah, stay away from me.
I get so high from falling down
Track Name: Monster (v. Plan B.)
I’m just so sick and tired of playing the game. Forever meting and deleting all the simple mistake. Here I am, god, help me I am slave to a name not possible or possibly the person that I’ll became. See, everybody’s borne in battles but I’m trying to breed out, by never doubting that in doubting I’ve created the doubt: if I’m about the best bred to lead the canon’ed devout then can I realize and factualize my fictional account of how I’m born again? Forgive this life loving friends and friends don’t give a damn for damning is the means to end. I’ve been trained to live lost in a hole, where poison could equate to control, is controlled by my hand, here it is, here I am.

Dn dah.

What we don’t know yet we’ll never find in our books. So let’s spread our legs and all take a look at truth for once where wants are wound by how we’re pound for pound bound to like to fuck. I believe in what the conscience has ruled: credulous a must, allow my heart be fooled. Just as well, I’ll be stuck to sell my delight in licking sweat to swallow hell, oh well. I’m born, again, I’ll build a life fucking friends and friends won’t give a fuck for fucking is the latest trend. I’ll give my statue a shell, trust my unconscious is well and controlled by my hand, here it is, here we am.

Dn dah.

Don’t pin me up. Don’t you know my cross you’ll never carry?

Don’t nail me up. Why don’t you buy my cross? You’ll never bear it.

When I’m the god of failure you’ll love me later, and heaven dissolves for me
Track Name: Beautiful Fire
I'll recreate you in gold
and manufacture your soul
oh liberator, baby, drag me under

And wander with me a while
'til I taste teeth in your smile
oh victimizer, honey, push me further

Like older versions of me, betrayals waiting to be, inventing venom and divine disfavor

But that's as bad as it gets
choking on cheap cigarettes
drowning in patterns and in beautiful fire

Not again!
Devil at the door when I burn me up
Not again!
Devil like a whirlwind that calls me up

Another paranoid beat, bloodlust is tempting to feed
Drives me just short of crazy, not further

Improved alchemical burns
Give me seniority sir
Or otherwise define my flight to failure

A castle built by default don't leave no footprint at all
Don't give no warning when it topples over

But that's as bad as it gets
choking on ancient regrets
drowning in patterns and in beautiful fire

Not again!
Devil at the door when I burn me up
Not again!
Devil like a whirlwind that calls me up

Follow
Leader
Don't go
Make sure

To leave it all for the sake of the one who says she wants my love
I'll never get it right anyway, I've never seen when I've had enough

Not again!
Devil at the door when I burn me up
Not again!
Devil like a whirlwind that calls me up
Track Name: Hero
I've understated my phrenology.
It seems my head is far too wicked for this ride.
If I had your name, I'd wear it right 'round my neck so I could vindicate an
anti-social suicide.
And if you're bored of me then I have met the mark: another bipedal freak
cutting the future from his hands.
I like your world, you search for knowledge yet, you're learning how to
forget and forgetting how to understand.
My heroes all lied to me. Lied and lied again. My heroes have all worn
their welcomes out, they lied to me, lied to me.
I'll never be a hero oh oh oh oh oh uh oh oh.
How can you ever say I've ever said enough?
Or sold a soul to select a new vision for re-visioning?
See, I'm the real McCoy: an empty vessel that never sleeps. You'll find that
I work much better when I have been suffering.
And if you're bored of me then I have raised the bar, a little too high, a
little too high to wrap your head around.
I like your world, it's full of fragile facts. At least they're easily replaced
when easier reasoning is found.
My heroes all lied to me. Lied and lied again. My heroes have all worn
their welcomes out, they lied to me, lied to me.
I'll never be a hero oh oh oh oh oh uh oh oh.
I'll be forgotten.
You don't mind me? Well I suppose you did. A grinning groveling buffoon.
Teacher teach me how to live. And when I wear you out. What will you
wear for me? Nothing at all.
My heroes are dead dead dead dead.
Cool you: my god; I'd make you see, one violent word. One violent me. I
kiss your lips. I stole your voice and now you know.
I'll never be a hero
Track Name: Orion
Are you simple in love?
Do hollow dreams haunt you still?
Always chipping away
By counting on time to kill

She said, "Fever, you followed where pleasure has failed me."

You'll fly for your love and win her away awhile
Be blinded by love, it gives you away awhile
Breathe water if love could carry your pain awhile
Drink poison, for love may favor your dreams awhile

Are you simple in love?
Does memory serve proof?
Every habit I've formed
Grows sweeter with age, like you

She said, "Fever, you followed where fortune has failed me."

You'll fly for your love and win her away awhile
Be blinded by love, it gives you away awhile
Breathe water if love could carry your pain awhile
Drink poison, for love may favor your dreams awhile
Track Name: Forever
She says that I'm not enough
How would you know?Oh, the measure of a man is to hold his breath and see how far he can go
Are you watching closely, are you breathing this in? A pose imperfect is
probably a political plan, repeat, the plan is probably a plea to repeat the
pose, indeed indefinite effort is effortlessly imposed upon the cost of
living like it is not worth living and if it is not worth living then I guess
you could put your money back in. My priest gives (me) proverbs in prose
and my pretend friend don't know whether when coming or going you're
ever gone for sure. And I get rude but I get by unseen and I know that
you never saw what you said, but now you know what I mean, I hope you
figure this out, I hope you bend when I sway, I said "Forever" but I never
mean a word that I say.

She lies under every kiss I made to you, it should be obvious, obvious,
obvious that I never do anything but wander 'bout my name, it should be
obvious obvious, obvious you're not ready.
Slow it down, slow it down now, but don't you ever calm it down now
We're broken numbers trying to keep on fixifyin' like batteries gone dry
but still we keep on twitching crying. Remember way back when I called
you a friend? And now your phone don't never work but still I try it again
and again.
I muh muh muh mumble when you come in too close, so kuh keep your
fingers for fumbling less familiar clothes, just like the dressing up tongue
that puts the question to test: whether divesting is better than simply
getting undressed. And I get rude; I get by unobserved and I know that
you never saw what you said but now you know what I heard. I hope you
figure this out, I hope you bend when I sway, I said "forever" but I didn't
mean for ev-er-ee day.
She lies un-der every kiss I made with you, it should be obvious, obvious,
obvious that I never do anything but wonder why I stay. It should be
obvious, obvious, obvious you're not ready.
For you. Lover. I'm not. Ready. You're not. Ready. Are you?
Gimme the keys to your world, drown by your love or I'll drown here
alone
Good intentions on my tongue, wave goodbye to everyone
Gimme the keys to your tower, saved by your love or I'll set me a-fireCount my blessings underserved, wave goodbye to planet earth
Gimme the choices I've left, a broken heart hardly defines a regret
Let me go or show me how to live, am I messing this up too?
I don't know, I don't know, but I think so, I don't know I just don't know,
but I think so.
Don't move a muscle 'cause I ain't finished yet, I said I love you but I'm
prone to forget, I hope you hate me when you figure this out, I said
"forever" but forever's in doubt
Track Name: Apathology
This is my best impression of how the guilty hang. A confession invented by the peculiar page, witness the grace of the game and save your praise for the savior to raze this stage. And I would hand me over happily, see, I’ve earned my cover most carefully by them sticks and stones that owned important place and time and feed me alibis for my disappointing prosody that promised me the word not the paperback progeny re-posed and re-purged, is it loose, dilute, aloof, suffused with the proof of better second tries? Yeah, but I don’t mind that beat, ‘cause it’s a melody. Muse, divine me an art and buy me an artistry. See, I will give you every lonely piece of me and never want for mine.

I am all out of time, I’m all out of you too

This is my best impression of how the innocent crawl. Walk to run first or first stand then fall. Just remember the real course, and driving is easier pursued by the second hand. And this is my best impression of going belly high, see me don’t give in, don’t give up, do I? No. I am defiant of the factory molds and the fate proven partially blind. Call it the circle made whole, get what the beast deserves or whatever you want my friend, it’s just if I’m hard to see, then it’s hard to breathe. I’ve got a pulse that won’t pretend, that I don’t mind that beat, ‘cause it’s a melody. Muse, divine me an art and buy me an artistry. I will give you every lonely piece of me and never want for mine.

I am all out of time, I’m all out of you too

This is my unreasonable demon soothed. One possible dream removed. My challenge to fill the room by one silent voice--improved. An empty victory don’t bother me by the loss, I’ll be a little less empty when I’ve recovered the cost of the page--ever curious, divine and delirious, my invective invested is inviting a series of axioms to list: don’t count your love by the kiss, your fame by the risk, don’t own the boast over the bliss. This is how I get older I guess.
Track Name: The Wicked Sun
Blessed be the artificial tear
To conjure up the dreary and dear
To invite the victim toward the chopping block
Where we'll feast upon his wings
Then speak of finer things

Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies
Blow out the wicked sun
Kisses for everyone
Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me

She's an elegy that's sure to solve me soon
A dark comedy that's filling up the room
Shall we send her off to forage for the flock
Or shall we dance among the dead?
Prove that life and love are lies not long to live

Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies
Blow out the wicked sun
Kisses for everyone
Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me
When you gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and burn the demon out of me

Everyone of you is loved
And everyone of you is lost
And everyone of you is dust
Again again again

Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me
Track Name: ... go the spoils
Your episodic aphorisms plague me like the poor decision to play the disinterested listener. I’m like the old child that’s grown an earache--full of manipulated tones, tired pragmatics that practice spitting verbs at their perfect prisoner. And you navigate that skill with an aristocratic arm, yeah, you brew your toxic fantasy with predatory charm, you are an a-theatric amateur who drools over every word but can’t memorize one single part. And you’ll get what can’t be got, ain’t gonna never be received. If you turn your back, boy, then you’ll never leave.

You’re a product of my ministry, you are crushed on open arms, you will drown in open air prepared to heal your anemic heart. Old vulture, gnarled nemesis, old cavity re-tooled I want to drive a nail through your eyes so I can get a better view. A part of me longs to wash the past, yeah that part of me is weak, a part of me works to find the faults that part of me won’t seek. Carry me home, you improbable ghost, I would rot by your flesh, I will gnaw on your bones--are you calling out my name? Elutriate and evanesce. I would gorge myself on praise if you praise this.

How do you smile? You are a mystery to me. You taught me by moving slow, you do not so quickly proceed. Still you’re warm and gray, a quilted memory, you market yourself by the faded company you keep. And you were already here--a shadow on my tongue--yeah, you were already here and all alone like me. You are a blister from too much sweet, you’re an ulcer from too much wine. You are dead, I know that you’re dead, were you ever really alive?