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Fear of Death
03:16
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as i swam in the garden
the flowers and leaves began to wilt
now all that's left is the soil
the cracks spread out in a web of filth
nothing moves or even tries
catatonic paralyzed
i dream only of passionate war
in the space i have been unborn
jesus
the fog has all cleared and nothing can hide
so the walls close in from all sides
when i find them the doors begin to bend
so i visit my favorite dead ends
there's no such thing as fear of death
only fear of what is left
of the world you leave behind
and the wars you never fight
and if i went up in flames
if i drowned in my own waves
would my body drift the shore
or be lost to the ocean floor
if i had to send a message
would my smoke signal reach heaven
if i finally breathe this out
will it leave a bad taste in my mouth
it doesn't matter where it ends
in sleep or a camera lens
to show me a world of wars
none of them worth dying for
jesus
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2. |
Please Stay
02:59
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take a leap of faith with me
run away from it with me
and don't let me out of your sight
lest i slip away
please stay
take my hand don't let go
lead me through the dark and cold
our days are numbered
but there's no stopping time
please wait
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3. |
Kind of Nothing
02:28
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i'm restless want to stretch my legs
i never get in trouble never make mistakes
my grip is not as tight
i'm frustrated and bored out of my mind
got a pet head in a jar
says that's not how things are
that's not how things are
i meant anyway
what kind of nothing is happening today
i can go anywhere i want
whenever i want
whenever i say
but i meant anyway
what kind of nothing is happening today
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little flowers spilling out the pot
and hanging off the brim
you will not see a single petal fall
on the first day of spring
a deeper forest where the birdies sing
they never make you feel alone
rabbits and squirrels play in their land of green
in a bowl of stone
but as the green turns to brown
the gods return to the ground
and it all fades away
it all withers away
a lonely stump sits where a tree once stood
among company of weeds
they came from the garden now they flee the woods
and they're carrying seeds
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5. |
They Don't Know
03:17
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the ground is dry the river ran away
before i could get the water in my hands
they look back at me if i squint hard enough
but the eyes all shut when i turn my head
mother i'm innocent
i've washed the blood from my hands
father i won't sin again
i only wish to understand
they don't know
i've been trying to write a verse for weeks
i can't put into words how i'm feeling
and i think that even if i could
those words wouldn't hold much meaning
mother i'm innocent
i've washed the blood from my hands
father i won't sin again
i only wish to understand
they don't know
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6. |
Waltz for the Fool
03:14
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i'm watching the wasp nest
that hangs above the door
if i should break it or try to escape it
more will come than before
i'm digging a hole
just to keep myself sane
and i will keep digging until the next day
when it fills up with rain
there is a girl
that is waiting for me
with long dark hair and a piercing stare
she doesn't believe
her laughter it echoes
through chambers and halls
all listen and come over gentlemen and jokers
then they dance the waltz
i'm pushing a stone
that wants to stay still
and i will keep pushing through gravel and shit
til it rolls back downhill
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7. |
Rope Burn
01:58
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i once knew a girl
living under the weight of all she tried to sell
so i told her life's a game and it's lost if you
quit every time you start to lose
oh how tiring that can get
never getting closer to the end
so eventually she went and drank herself to death
just so she could finally get some rest
happiness is a lonely waiting game
there isn't much to do but count the days
and put me in a straitjacket so i don't go somewhere far
anchored by my heavy heart
but no, i have loose ends and unfinished poems
that tether me here like an infinite rope
and when i get pulled closer my skin starts to burn
so i try not to think about how much it hurts
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8. |
Belladonna
02:40
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belladonna it's over
we don't make hearts with our hands anymore
and every time we did
you'd ask why mine were so cold
belladonna it's lonely
i read the note you left at my door
it says darling come over
i still have something that's yours
belladonna i mean this (one year two years)
make up your mind let me in or let go (three years four)
cause i still rub my hands together
keeping them warm
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9. |
Love Star Part 2
03:14
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the sun rose like a baby bird taking flight
the love star blessed us both with its radiant light
you took me to the pier
we confided in each other our fears
what is this
we found a wonderful place to exist
what a gift
i'm falling in love with where i belong
i'm falling in love with all of your songs
and your voice
well it's not my choice
but your eyes are the color of life
and i want to know why
the taste of your favorite chocolate in my mouth
that gets sweeter every time somehow
pull me closer
with your soft arms around my shoulders
and nothing else will be true
i'm falling backwards into you
like a summer pool
we are only little clouds of stardust
infinitely pulling towards each other
wanting to be one
so our bodies must come undone
let's let down our guards
so we can feel each other's hearts
only inches apart
you said all that goes up must come down
you said all that is bright must burn out
but you didn't say why
i chased the love star across the sky
into the ocean past the shore
and the horizon swallowed you whole
now i'll never know
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10. |
Know My Name
03:00
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on my knees at the feet
of a silhouette ten feet tall
good at playing god
and it wants my skin
voicelessly said to me
i am hate fiction addiction and all that you fear
no need to act like you
don't know my name
pulling the curtains back
and i see it moving on the floor
it writhes and turns its head
staring back at me
i know those hazel eyes
they are mine so i held the thing tight
and nothing stirred or listened
in the lonely night
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11. |
Caravan
02:40
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in a town called caravan
people pass through shaking hands
not staying long if they can
doctor jarvis inspects his graying hair
patiently paces from here to there
silently grins as the pendulum swings
others they call caravan home
like piper who waits in her cell alone
long forgotten what she's waiting for
now what lord can they do
but run in circles too
everybody knows the clown
poking fun when he's not around
he is the only one who understands
lighting fireworks that dance when the sky is unclear
his shouting and laughter fall upon deaf ears
lonesome ears that will never understand
now what lord can they do
but run in circles too
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12. |
Anna
03:48
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sober stains the sheets
is life dark and sweet
anna anna
touch my quiet soul
resting in your hold
anna anna
speak my quiet soul
helpless in your throat
anna anna
anna you have desires and fears that i'll never know
we cannot build houses inside each other's skulls
don't worry there's no reason to keep your eyes shut
each moment that's not already passed belongs to us
anna we can keep living from cup to cup of flour
anna every sunrise every drop of ink is ours
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