1. |
Seeds Of Birds
01:45
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Conifers and seeds of birds
And all those things that I must learn
All those things I don’t know
And all those years I cannot show
You have the face of a doll
The body of a heron
I am blue against the rocks
I cannot go on carin’
The wind's so cold tonight
My face is frozen immobile
I’ve lost my fire
I am reflected light
I am reflected
I am fractured
I am refracted
Like those too early born
I have no skin
My eyes are filmy
I am unfilled
I am empty
Conifers and seeds of birds
And all those things that I must learn
All those things I don’t know
And all those years I
And all those things I don’t know
And all those years…
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2. |
Cells & Atoms
02:53
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Can’t you see my cells are different
Even my atoms are love resistant
Not gonna die or need you
Not gonna cry or be unhappy
When you’re gone
Streets are powdered
My head is dusty
I’m all covered in words
I’m used up, I’m old, I’m rusty
CHORUS
When it’s raining outside
You eat your lunch in the shed
Eating your lunch alone
All you can think of is what she said
Nothing you can say
Won’t make you a coward
I’ve turned my back
Please child, be on your way
It’s so cold I can’t feel nothing
Don’t worry me
Who said this means I am broken
CHORUS
All you can think of and
All you want
All you remember
And all you lost
I’m whirring like a heat machine
I’m blowing hot air
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
I’m a tropical breeze
Can’t you see my cells are different
Even my atoms are love resistant
Not gonna die or need you
Not gonna cry or be unhappy
When you’re gone
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3. |
Heavy Vibrations
02:48
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Heavy vibrations in the city tonight
Sirens gave me quite a fright
I can’t forget your face
I can’t forget what you said
Your words are flying around my head
Like a flag like a flag like a flag
Like a window pane
You move through life like a minx
You have no tail, you can’t hang from things
But you can hide
You always were so sly
The girl she wears her skirt when it’s raining
She wears her boots when it’s dry
She holds her head like a statue
Like a water jug up in the sky
Just make sure she don’t pour it on you
It’s enough to douse the hottest fire
But if you'd hang on tight to her, you know
She’ll take you so much higher than he could
You know because his legs are too short
And his pants are too long
If you’d used your eyes properly
You’d’ve seen his arms aren’t that strong
You know what he’s got
You know what he was
You know what he’ll always be
He’s a liar, a liar, a liar
Heavy vibrations in the city tonight
Sirens gave me quite a fright
I can’t forget your face
I can’t forget what you said
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4. |
Wolf Child
03:41
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Today is the villain’s last gasp
I can’t wait to rid you of
Your ghosts and demons at last
Atop a hillock in full moon light
Dancing with delight
Ripping wolfsbane from the earth
Laughing up at the sky with mirth
CHORUS
Oh wolfchild
Don’t leave me alone
Take me with you
Wherever you may roam
Conquered fears, a garlic necklace
Hide that monkey mask, it makes me feel reckless
Oh why must I be tormented
Will nothing be cemented
An empty summer’s afternoon
Turned upside down by coffee and you
Beer for dessert and conversation
Street necking and whimsical pondering
CHORUS
Figs and cheese in a Persian cave
Underground dark lit you act like a knave
I just laugh and toss my dark hair
‘Cause I know your heart is fair
Later near the bluffs
Hang glider heaven
Dipped a toe in that murky ocean
Poled the boat, no help from Charon
CHORUS
INTERLUDE
So began my descent
I felt I was buoyed and floating
I believed you were
Godly sent
On the beach licked by cold salt water
My Drift wood tightrope soldier
Lying on wind rough rocks
We’d have lovely brooding daughters
* * *
Late that night we’re tucked away
Bumming smoke and flame
Watching drunk fools laugh
Wish I could forget and just stumble off
Today is the villain’s last gasp
I can’t wait to rid you of your
Ghosts and demons
Your ghosts and demons
At last
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5. |
Look Away
03:33
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Funny thing happens with the ones that look like you
Those I pass in the street
Logic says I should look away
Those are the eyes I’m tryna meet
When I see kids with their backpacks it reminds me of those days
Of classes, rabbits and grasses
Those little lies we used to say
Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere, you know I’ll stay
You’ll never have to miss me
Cause you know I’ll stay
It’s going on spring now, not fall
Another winter survived
I feel cold ‘cause I miss you
Make no mistake, I’m much more than alive
Trouble is, a break up’s like a death
Someone you loved that you can no longer see
We should hold a service
And set each other free
Are you free?
Fog’s so thick today, I can’t see the lake
I wanna float on the grey
I gotta be alone, I’m turning monastic
You took from me all you could take
Turns out I’m not cut out for the tv crews, the make up, the lights, the interviews
And the painted woman with the microphone makes me want to
Run run run
All the way home
Maybe I should get a backpack and some sneakers
Play my mix tapes on some stereo speakers
I ask you, where does the time go
Where does it go / go go go / Where does it go
Funny thing happens with the ones that look like you
Logic says I should look away
Look away...
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