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EARLY AUBADE
03:40
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EARLY AUBADE
I'd like to thank all of the stars just for shining out tonight
like a hundred scattered eyes in the aether.
I know that it ain't normal thanking stars but it ain't normal seeing stars
outshine the London streetlights either.
So make up your old bed and check the drawers for clothes
cause everything outside the world is telling us it's time it's to go.
I could wish against the dawn of day, sit and wish that we could stay
in this room we could wait till the tears come
Oh but that won't work for me and you doing things the way we do
it'd be a conch shell stuck to our eardrum.
With every passing minute as a faint heard roar
of a rolling ocean talking about some road we'd never seen before.
I've often wondered about a room, about these four walls standing,
keeping better folks than us from the cold rain.
Wondering if every joke that's told, every cigarette that's rolled,
every song sung, sinks in the wood grain.
If every whisper on the floor and every christmas carol
saturates the surface like the whiskey soaking into a barrel.
Now If I could I'd pull them down every wall by the panel
and I'd build a tree in our back garden.
Maybe we could sit beneath it naked reading Paradise Lost
while the green leaves color and harden.
But watch now how the sun is gathering in the blinds
and the time is coming quick for you and me to leave this big old room behind.
Now when the roses bloom this year and our soul's up in our ears
with some newer music sung in a strange place.
Oh and all the songs will move through us, giving music to the thrush
and every trash can alley a new face,
We'll let them linger to their end and watch them go without grieving
cause that music as it moves, will let you understand it best when it's leaving.
And the last thing we'll leave is a love song for this vacant room
sunk in the walls, and trapped like the ocean enshelled - with everything else we ever exhaled.
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BIG LIGHT
03:57
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BIG LIGHT
Sometimes I get a little lost.
And the good life is so hard to see.
Sometimes all I can see is the cost
when the prize standing right in front of me.
And it ain't easy to get along
when you've got things going wrong
and there is no luck to be found besides.
Spend my natural prime, thinking money and time,
wondering where they go, and they go.
That's when I need you to put me in line.
Come tell me something, any words are fine.
Fill up these four walls with old melodies.
Let me know if the big light is shining on me.
Some nights when the wind is blowing soft,
it's been so long since a dream filled my head,
there's a beauty in every streetlight and every moth,
but all I want to do is lay down in bed.
And it's a long road to travel down
when nothing good seems to stay around
and I'm a solitary man with my pride
at the end of my mind, talking unkind
feeling in the dark, in the dark.
That's when I need you to put me in line.
come tell me something. any words are fine.
fill up these four walls with old melodies
and let me know if the big light is shining on me.
That's when I need some time spent with you.
Come tell me something. Any words will do.
Fill up these four walls with old melodies
and let me know if the big light is shining on me.
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THEY SAY
04:17
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THEY SAY
Outside the big red sky is getting dim
shooting pool and talking, making new friends.
But in the morning they're coming around
and in the evening they're bringing me down
I started asking what are these words in their lungs
if there's a time, if there's a time to be young
They say it's over.
Found my way in the morning out the door in the dark
soft rain and cops chasing a kid through the park
and in the evening feeling so tired in my shirt
and in the morning walking the hallways at work,
you start believing all of these words being hummed
if there's a time, if there's a time to be young
They say it's over. Oh Baby it ain't.
Well people talk talk talk and their hearts are getting
weathered, they'll remind you with a grin now that nothing
lasts forever, well I've spent a lot of time a lot of time I've
been stuck and I can tell you what they're saying when
they tell you good luck, they say it's over.
They say it's over. Oh Baby it ain't.
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I WAS A FOOL
04:10
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I WAS A FOOL
Out in the evening past the bridge and below
frogs and cicadas left and right growling low.
I've spent so much time round here when spring is done
been here a thousand times, not heard a single one.
Birds in the morning while I'm shoveling the snow
coffee pot wheezing soft as my stereo
All of the things I've had whether I've known or not
All of the things I've known and then somehow forgot
When I was young riding around
beer in my lap, one window down
bird in the tree, kiss on the mouth
I thought that I had figured it out
I was a fool. Then I met you.
Dusk was the longest hour when I was a kid.
Beautiful things sometimes can seem pretty hid.
Funny the things that make you want to walk the land
are the things sometimes you barely understand.
Found lots of crooked road before I found you
hard to curse any road but sometimes you do.
Feeling all strung out, drawn up from head to gut
I was calling out, I didn't know for what
When I was young riding around
beer in my lap, one window down
bird in the hand, kiss on the mouth
I thought that I had figured it out
All of these things so hard to find
up in my face, lost to my mind
hand on the knee, kiss on the mouth
I thought that I had figured it out
I was a fool.
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