1. |
First Snow
03:19
|
|||
|
First snow of the year
I can't believe that it's already here
Hold it close before the feeling disappears
It came in the afternoon
And when it's over it's over too soon
I look up to see it alighting on the rooftops
Like teardrops from a sensitive sky
I'm sorry it's just that it's been a while
Wear your winter cloak for all to see
Past the people smiling in the street
Can you feel the wave loom over you you you
With all your modern frailties
So much you can't even tell what's true
Can you feel the wave break over you
I can't look myself in the eye
Without feeling like I want to die
First snow of the year....
There's nothing like a bit of your time
To keep me from coming untied
It's a precious metal when you say yes
I came in the afternoon
And when it's over it's over too soon
Both my feet got wet on the walk back to my room
|
||||
2. |
Dead Hands
03:55
|
|||
|
Dead hands, get your dead
Hands off, you forget where we
Are sometimes
Sorry, you're terrified
Of me, I forget that I
Know sometimes
But if you keep on trying
To divide love from love
You're gonna get old before you know the difference
If you keep on trying
To divide me from you
You're gonna get old before you know what you're missing
Your wet hands round my dry throat
The veins all red and fraying
I'm standing in my best clothes, my white shirt
There's a whisper in the woodwork
Of possible beginnings
Better off forgotten, they're better off forgotten
I walk in and turn the lights out
I walk in and turn the lights out
A message sent to no-one
All movements sent to no-one
I walk in and turn the lights out
I only want the best for you
Dead hands, get your dead
Hands off, you forget where we
Are sometimes
Sorry, when I ask if you
love me, the answer's gonna be
No sometimes.
|
||||
3. |
Lucidity
04:15
|
|||
|
Two hands on the table
You looked ancient, and impatient, and unstable
And even though I tried I
Couldn't hide my desire, my desire
And though it's tough to say we're living in a wasteland
Friend, what are you made of
Is it stone or is it sawdust
Lucidity don't leave me
I'm defenceless!
But what could sound good coming from that mouth
Sorry baby you've turned inside out
|
||||
4. |
Satellite
03:46
|
|||
|
Above the city streaks the satellite
It's here to tell me where I am
I crane my neck to see the messages
Spelled out in those northern lights
I get strung out on those northern lights
They always used to get me high
Aurora after all this time
And when I've almost had enough
All you have to do is touch me, oh god
I could be...
I don't know what I need from you
And so I take it all
All that you can spare for me
I don't know if I can be who
You need me to be
I'm sorry if I'm not yet there
But if you want to stay the night
I wouldn't mind
Or have you almost had enough
Just say the word
And I could be your satellite...
You don't have to, you don't have to,
You don't have to be alone
Just get out your bedroom
We'll find new ways to respond
You don't have to, you don't have to,
You don't have to be afraid
I'll help you to find
New ways to relate
|
||||
5. |
Herzog
03:31
|
|||
|
I walk around an inverted world with my
Headphones on and my steps unsure these
Reverberating words make me relaxed, relaxed
I don't know what's in my heart of hearts but I
Know what's on the page, she said hey
Get that blood out your eyes I can't get behind that,
Behind tha-a-a-a-a-t
I spent the day locked in my room
Writing letters to Herzog
I spent the night by the light of the moon
Just trying to move on
But there's no holiday, there's no get well soon
Just a deafening silence
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Just the pen and the darkness
I'm walking round in a stupid world with my
Headphones on, my brain shut down we've got
Time to try and quantify our mistakes
What's important is what's strange
Is that what I'm sposed to see
So get that blood out your eyes there's no fire in me
In m-e-e-e-e-e
I spent the day locked in my room
Writing letters to Herzog
I spent the night by the light of the moon
Just trying to move on
But there's no holiday, there's no get well soon
Just a deafening silence
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Just the pen and the darkness
|
||||
Boy Skeleton recommends:
Pumpkin Head EP
by Pumpkin Head
Finn Finn Finn
go to albumIf you like Boy Skeleton, you may also like:
Quickies
by The Magnetic Fields
The band's latest project includes twenty-eight new short songs that clock-in at no longer than just under three minutes.
go to album
Hold Steady frontman Craig Finn expands his tragic character studies to include old-school horns, pillow harmonies, and rock staying power.
go to album
Nevermine (EP)
by caroline lazar
Delicate, minimal, spacious folk with a shadowy edge from a young Miami singer-songwriter.
go to album
Gauzy atmospheric pop on Karaoke Kalk, with heavenly vocals atop a lush bed of electronics.
go to album
The Charlatans frontman releases new fun and funky work on this solo album.
go to album
