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Placencia
03:33
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2. |
Do The Jesus
02:43
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Here we are again
From islands hands extend
You're not the kind of friend
To count on or defend
You had too much to drink
A wrong longing, on the brink
You fuck up, but still, we're linked
You're much dearer than you think
My first time shot was my first time kissed
Still sometimes wish the bullet had missed
Castles crumble, but sometimes they stand tall
Madly dancing, we float and we fall
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3. |
Fragile Ground
04:04
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4. |
Year of The Rabbit
02:49
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5. |
Modern Era
03:54
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John, I can't commit now
When nothing seems to fit now
It's a ride in the open;
Better shield your eyes from the grit, now
I see you on the street
Can't concede defeat
'Cause I know you're loving
Every single one you meet, yeah
And dancing's not the same
Since the shadow came along
It's black, oh
I'm feeling much too tame, like a smothered flame
That's too dim to rouse us into story or into song
And there's too much to choose
And how much do we lose
Beneath the guide of winners
It's such a sorry ruse
Now we don't talk as much
We've got coloured screens and such
But if you watch I'm begging
For a simple human touch
In a different year
We might not have this fear surround us
And we shake, oh
Things that seemed so dear looked at through a mirror
Might be creations, might not be the things that will astound us
Stay in the line
We got to do this right
Stay in the line,
It's got to come out right
And now we're trapped in the snow
Armed with a broken bow
Or we imagine, thinking we're
The only ones to know
Keep the masses quiet
A medication diet
Oh god, today I'm too disillusioned
To revolt or riot
I know you feel it too
The things that we don't do surprise us
And we're lost, oh
We hid away what's true, shunned what we both knew
We'd better resurrect it before something vital dies in us
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6. |
Ends of Days
04:30
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The sweet relief
With which we mark the ends of days in the city
If only brief, we escape
In so many forms and ways
One gets you high
One only seems to bring you down, it's a pity
Sometimes we lie; it's a shame
To be living underground
We're cirrus clouds
High in the sky we melt away in a mist
Can't live in crowds; it gets chilly
We prefer a private tryst
In shaded bowers
Listlessly lapping up the night through the leaves
That neon hour, it gets silly
Now there's nothing to achieve
I heard of a man on a mountain
And he was filled with light
He was filled with light
I read of a woman in a village
And she survived on light
She survived on light
I knew of a girl in a valley
And she brought forth the light
She brought forth the light
I looked in a clear pool of water
And it reflected light
It reflected light
What's left here now?
Only the bones and the remains of the lot
It don't matter how—feels wasted,
All the secrets long forgot
Still, something stays
Feels like a brighter second skin and a crown
Those washed up days, they're not pasted
They can gently be put down
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7. |
Split
02:39
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Split
And for a long while
Remember that the fuse has been lit
You got good style,
So walk tall and humour me
And be a dead man, baby,
Come on, come on
And be a dead man, baby,
Come on, come on
It's little wonder
It's plain to see
It's distant thunder
It follows me
There,
I'm superstitious
You smile now but you might find it's too fair
To be vicious
(You know now what I might do)
And that's a black eye, baby,
Come on, come on
And that's a black eye, baby,
Come on, come on
It's little wonder
It goes to show
It's seeping under—
I know you know
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8. |
Right Kind of Woman
03:27
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Grey ghost, a voice in my head
I can't sleep with you crowding the bed
You know I feel half-dead
But don't think I want you instead
It's too cold for summertime
Got bored, committed a crime
I'm dumb but I'm not blind
I'm too old for some of your lines
It's not me
Can't be the right kind of woman for you
Can't say as you've stolen my heart—
I don't usually play that part
Could say you've been outsmarted
I veer left and avoid the dart
I take men and I leave 'em at will
It just depends when I've had my fill
You'll do, you'll fit the bill;
I don't have much spirit to kill
It's on me
Could be the right kind of woman for you
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9. |
Old Montreal
03:13
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We've pretended,
It's all upended
As we descended
We made amends for nothing at all
Yes, I'll free you
Tried to be you
Died to please you
Then couldn't rise to cushion your fall
I'd call you dearest,
Draw you nearest
But the fear lets
Me give it up for nothing at all
Make me say it;
Help me pray it
Disarrayed bits
I hear but I don't answer your call
I long to leave you where you are
Walking down shaded boulevards
Where wounds won't leave such stubborn scars
No, it's not me—I'm not your guiding star
I've left my mark
The road gets dark
I'll disembark
I'm sad and stark and facing the wall
All these wrongs
Don't make me strong, no
It seems so long since
I haven't had this burden to haul
I'd like to see you standing tall
I'd like to see you make a breach of protocol
Honey, don't make yourself so small
Besides, we'll always have Old Montreal
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10. |
Sorry Still
04:38
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11. |
Get Better
02:50
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When we were young
We felt so beautiful and wise and fun
And when we were new
We felt it would all be easier for us to do
Oh, did we make it?
Is it as bad as you think?
You give it all and you get back nothing
You bail as fast as you sink
And it's worse than you think
You give it all and you get back nothing
A man's driven to drink
Why can't we try to be better?
Why do these ties seem like fetters?
When we were two
We felt we would only speak words so right, so true
And when we were fresh
There was just nothing to repress
Oh, did you fake it?
Is it as bad as you think?
You give it all and you get back nothing
You're peering over the brink
And it's worse than you think
You give it all and you get back nothing
A man's driven to drink
Why should we die such regretters?
Why can't we try to be better?
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