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Wake up baby it's okay don't cover up your beauty
Slathered in clay I think it's crazy but it helps you maybe
To see yourself the way we see you to help you feel like a little more
It's all the pressure
It lasts forever
They're your feet dance floor
All this negativity is blinding
Like the love they so award
All these monolithic cowards
Are sick and crawling on the floor
They've been searching there for hours
Stumbling over sticks and stones
On their passage through the catacombs
Listen baby look around and see the moonlight
I know it's waning but that doesn't have to be for tonight
It's all the same as if we were on Mulholland drive
The only landmark we have in sight was the Hollywood sign
We aren't on silver screens but we will be
When the clouds touch the ground
It's all pristine its all perfect we can hear the sound
Of the world without needing to speak out loud
We locked eyes in that smoke filled room
My contact high was from your gentle perfume
I felt the essence of a goddess and you would be my Aphrodite
Tyche took you to the back room and there you two started fighting
I Apollo appalled by this origami story unfolding behind closed doors
The room was already spinning and Dionysus still had barrels left to pour
The grass is greener in November
That's what Ares always said
Well that may be true
But out of this blue
You’re better off staying instead
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Creosote (DEMO)
01:54
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We’re on a boat in the oasis
In the mountains back home
That's when I spot the tributary
And we smell the creosote
I'm not sure if she noticed
The words that paint the sky
I will care for her like Cygnus
While the moments pass us by
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Banging My Head
03:29
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Constantly banging my head against the wall it's freezing outside
I'm expecting isolated showers to downpour on my pride
Wish I was a kid again looking for puddles to trudge through
Can't do that anymore the mud’ll ruin my shoes
I'm enthralled by watching the lives friends I don't have like the voyeur I am
I don't know much about sparrows, but I've got one in my hand
I'd love to fly home for winter as birds of a feather
But I find beauty is daunting when we're close together
I finally understand seeing the forest for the trees
I've caught myself gazing at parking lots for the spaces between
I pictured myself strutting through the city of angels
But I wound up somewhere else in a sort of modern kite string tangle
Whoa whoa
I wish that record player was closer than I
Whoa whoa
It's a mirage the music’s blaring I can't tell where from
Whoa whoa
Some days I feel it, but not past the marching drums
Whoa whoa
I lose my focus for a second to match the pendulum
I'm still
Banging my fists against the walls
I'm thunderstruck as lightning falls
I'm really tired didn't set my alarm
Hard to say that I was charming for long
I'm wired
All this coffee and tea has made me feel like a bumblebee
Who hangs out with wasps
I won't sting because I only can only do it once
I like my shatters glass
And when the concrete I am walking on is cracked
I'll keep you in view
While I trip walking on the train tracks
You are
Still so exciting
Unlike our homework
Times and I are still fighting
Over it done with this mess
I'm still rewriting
This paper about how we're all blessed
I'm searching for a five leaf clover
I'm stressed about this and the rest
My shoulders are slumping to the beat
I think I should think less
Whoa whoa
I wish that record player was closer than I
Whoa whoa
It's a mirage the music’s blaring I can't tell where from
Whoa whoa
Some days I feel it, but not past the marching drums
Whoa whoa
I lose my focus for a second to match pendulum
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String Lights (DEMO)
03:39
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My string lights have fallen
I had them hanging
Out with my favorite girl
My memories she's staining
Glass half full of something clear
I'm not one for drinking
Stumbling back to my room
Just don't mind the singing
I'm not waiting yet, for something better
I've been saving for a change
We'll leave right on time
That's what told her
I ticked off my mom
When I cursed like a sailor
Rows of unformed thoughts
I can't crunch the numbers
So count us as behind
But expect us later
Now the gap is crossed, onto another
All but hope is lost, so they say
Do this do that it doesn’t matter to me
I could be blunt but I don’t want to make a scene
Eye to eye don’t have to see
That’s why there no I in we
What’s the point in talking when you’re too scared to disagree
We should be dancing
We should learn to kick up our feet
We should be happy because it’s the best way to be
Baby I was just having fun
Baby I was just having fun
Baby I was just having fun
Baby we should have some fun
We should have some fun
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