1. |
Bumble
03:38
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Tell me what to say
I am used to finding ways out
Should I go and find a way out?
What if I could be
A poet with a bat, roughhewn and true
Swinging for the crack, follow through?
I’d be a Bumble
At the edge of a cliff but I got bounce
Go ahead, let the wolves try and pounce
No teeth, always filling, ounce by ounce
Dog in the front seat
Tongue out, ears flapping in the wind
No sense of the worries that surround
Be enough when my paws hit the ground
Roar like an oak tree
On top with gold around the waist
No shade of sky I couldn’t face
Try to cut me down? What a waste
Odd like a space man
Infinite eyes, no end in sight
Stellar hands drawings owls in the night
Making sense with the smallest bit of light
Do we stay the same
Stuck in a refrain of past selves
Counting all the words left on the shelf
I am not the same, I am not the same, I am not
Running from the pain of past selves
I’m swinging for the crack
Clearing the shelf
And I’d say I’m sorry that it took me so long
To not feel sorry
Dog bumbling oak moon
No sense but I know it can’t be wrong
Be at the foot of who you are
I am who I am and nothing more
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2. |
Closer
04:09
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I can see the lines drawing closer now
Growing up
Deep and dark, clouding out the atmosphere
Windows shut
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?
I wish that I given my apologies
Not enough
Could have held a candle to my barest skin
Avoided us
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?
I can smell the scent of the apple trees
Fill me up
I know that luxury is only for my eyes
Keep em shut
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?
I’ve got a closet full of swords handed over by the ones I love
And one by one, I take them all in my gut
When’s it gonna get to me?
When’s it gonna get to me?
Giving fealty to a god who never made me
I’ve been seeking God in things that make me hate me
My secret sorrow is waiting for the beauty to come
My secret sorrow is waiting for the beauty to come
My secret sorrow is waiting for the beauty to come
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3. |
Better When
03:43
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There’s things I said I’d do
And I’ll feel better when they’re done
The list is long enough
And yet I add another one
The voices say to go
While others say to slow it down
Wouldn’t it be so nice
To just take my time
There’s things I said I’d do
And I’ll feel better when they’re done
I’m finally calm but it’s not long
Before I have to run
I spend my time all alone, never at home
Got my stray eyes set on either coast
Time like sand and I’ve got hands
Of winter stones
There’s things I said I’d do
And I’ll feel better when they’re done
This life they say is good
Lately hasn’t felt so fun
So much tired in my body, I don’t want to leave this bed
Give me room for indecision, give me fantasy instead
Aching in my body, I can’t escape my head
I need time for a decision, not a fantasy again
There’s things I said I’d do
And I’ll feel better when they’re done
There’s things I said I’d do
And I’ll feel better when they’re done
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4. |
Eve
04:06
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She says you’ll fall in love with many smiles
And it’ll be hard, but not all the time
And there will be things that you cannot change
I’m sorry, there’s no other way
You can take an apple off the tree
Turn and point your finger back at me
Halos and horns, and all that falls between
Looking for the light of what this all means
She says you’ll fall in love with many smiles
And it’ll be hard, but not all the time
And you’ll miss chance, romance, with fears so tall
But you know, the dance requires you to fall
You’ll say goodbye’s you thought you’d never say
I’m sorry, there’s no other way
And it’ll be hard, but not all the time
And it’ll be hard, but not all the time
It will be hard
But not all the time
I’m sorry there’s no other way
Sorry there’s no other way
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5. |
Blue Bright
04:05
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Looking at my shoes I wonder could I be better
Had another pin on my lapel, a badge upon my sweater
A gold and silver card
My skin is cracked it’s lined with scratches I gave to myself
It’s just the season that’s the reason no it’s nothing else
Don’t look too hard
A cardinal is calling to me, it tells me I can fly
And as I’m watching this, see all the things I miss
A chorus forms and I post up way in the back it’s nothing
Personal I just don’t feel good on the attack and so
I bear my part
We’re feet away but we’re yelling until we’re red in all the
Words you never heard a single one that I have said
Can I speak honestly, like how it used to be
The cardinals are calling to me, they tell me I can fly
Little knees in a pile of leaves, you’ve just got to try
Are you watching this, something you’re sure to miss
Who’s gonna watch you try
I’m gonna watch you try
Who’s gonna watch you try
I’m gonna watch you try
Blue bright for a while
Blue bright with a smile
Blue bright I’m a child
I’ll get older but not right now
Not right now
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6. |
Maybe Tomorrow
03:23
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I sat down in my chair last night
The one in the corner that bothers my back
When I don't pack my legs in just right
Not too tight
You see I've got these knees that'll crack
Like limbs in the wind of my family tree
Because I lack the flexibility
I'll probably need surgery, sometime soon
The light is dim and I could fall asleep and
I wish that I would because it's probably exactly what I need
But tonight
I told myself I'd read
Because I find that I struggle from time to time
With my mind and where it goes and
How to bring it back from the throes of a low
Or another panic attack when it's right in front of me
Oh, it's all I see
And so I put that book back down onto the table
Tell myself that I'll pick it back up soon when I am able
Like maybe tomorrow
Or the day after that
And I unfold my legs
Disarm the lights
Retreat to my sheet because so begs the night
And as I touch down, off my mind goes again
What's the time again?
It's a quarter after one, sun will be up soon
Everything is spinning inside this room
Another day waits for me to begin
And I think to myself
Where does the time go?
And so I put that book back down
Tell myself that I'll pick it back up soon when I am able
Like maybe tomorrow
Or the day after that
And so I put that book back down onto the table
Tell myself that I'll pick it back up soon when I am able
Like maybe tomorrow
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7. |
Tacony
03:14
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I remember Charles Street
Rows and rows but nobody home
Circling up above
Somewhere to be but nowhere to go
Spent a long time on the wrong side
Lips kept tight so it’s all inside
Burning oil for an end
Not sure that I want it but I pretend
Are you worried? How’s your belly?
Does it still waltz in the evening?
Does it still waltz in the evening?
Does it still waltz in the evening?
Are you certain? Is your heart on?
What if you find that you’re dreaming?
What if you find that you’re dreaming?
What if you find that you’re dreaming?
Tacony, you could’ve killed me
Taught me to kiss and not to cry
I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lives
Faded behind closed eyes
Yes, I worry. And I feel shaky.
But I can waltz in the evening.
I can waltz in the evening.
I can waltz in the evening.
And I’m certain. My heart’s on.
I feel fine that I’m dreaming.
I feel fine that I’m dreaming.
I feel fine that I’m dreaming.
So I pick myself up off the floor again, until the beat stops, until the beat stops.
So I pick myself up off the floor again, until the beat stops, until the beat stops.
So I pick myself up off the floor again, until the beat stops, until the beat stops.
So I pick myself up off the floor again, until the beat stops, until the beat stops.
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8. |
Fine
02:21
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Running around the town with all our lies again
We know what’s best yea we’ve got all the clues
Asking the binary if we are selling it
Gave us a yes so we gave it one too
Fog in the mirror, I thrash it with all my sleeves
It’s disappearing one day at a time
A seed to a leaf bursting into a sprawling vine
Falling to ground but I know I’ll be fine
Eyes seeing blurry, the beacons are blinding me
Please take the wheel I don’t see well at night
Headlights intoxicate, dancing across the wall
Sapphire blue and then nothing at all
Running around the town with all our lies again
I know that everything’s gonna be fine
I know that everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine
I know that everything’s gonna be fine
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9. |
Moonlight
03:30
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You told me I’d have it all so my eyes matched the
size of the feast though I couldn’t quite eat it when
I heard the hurt through the wall I wished I could fix
Everything but it’s not time to think about me
I take the long way home, soak in the scent of the sea
Count stars that I think I might know, ask them if they know me
Give me moonlight, silent tree lines
Hope to reach the bottom of my
Nobody close enough to hear
Cover that hole in the door with a meaning it’s
All so your savior can’t see that a trickle of
Blood brings me straight to the floor again I know that
This ain’t a place I can leave
I was a young boy hunting for gold
Searching for promise in the words I was told
The crease in your brow with severity
Tells me how I honest I can be
Give me moonlight, silent tree lines
Hope to reach the bottom of my
Nobody close enough to hear
Give me moonlight
Silent tree lines
Hope to reach the bottom of my
Nobody close enough, nobody close
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10. |
Less Alone
03:38
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You took to the door to keep away the cold
Burned up a youth so I’d have a hand to hold
Whispered new words when I felt alone
Made me feel certain that I had a home
Sat next to me as I wept over friends who left
Kept secrets so well you forgot what was ever said
I couldn’t help but feel less alone
Each time I’m with you I’m closer to home
Gave me your arms as I dipped down and through your legs
Postmarked your thoughts with a series of foreign shapes
I couldn’t help but feel less alone
Whisper to me so I can come home
I couldn’t help but feel less alone
Whisper to me so I can come home
I couldn’t help but feel less alone
Whisper to me so I can come home
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