1. |
Everywhere
03:24
|
|||
I found a place where memory seldom retained what remains of these dawns in disgrace
Lids lowered in shame
I cannot face the cold
Mourning the missing intent of the summers I'd sold
West facing window
The sun now will set over snow
These houses used to speak to me
Little snatches of lives fast asleep
And I would always play
Among treasures that they threw away
Silhouetted trees
Carry secrets that men cannot speak
And I will always stay
Among treasures that they threw away
Spin me around
I'll twirl and I'll twirl and I'll twirl and I'll hit the ground
The sting on my cheek
I hang my head in scorn
But I was born to savor and spit and resist
I'm a guest
I'm a storm
These houses used to speak to me
Little snatches of lives fast asleep
And I would always play
Among treasures that they threw away
Silhouetted trees
Carry secrets that men cannot speak
And I will always stay
Among treasures that they threw away
Silhouetted trees
Just don't mean what they once did to me
But I will find my way
Paved with treasures that men threw away
|
||||
2. |
Two Swords
03:46
|
|||
I'm at the point where I've given up
Working towards a quiet life was never quite enough
And how I tried to redefined my rigid life
These edges just won't smooth down
Sandpaper's getting tired
Can't help but wonder just what could have been
With some guy I met at summer camp
Wait, what my age again?
I'm not for regret or disloyal thought
But I've been meaning to remember what it feels like to want
Eyes closed she digs her toes into the sand
Far away from here I was the patron of a lost and tired land
How my hands now grip two swords
Steel always did remind me why I wake and fight and fade
Far from these old fears
I listen to the ocean breeze
She whispers, 'Wake and find your feet'
Spitting up retainer bits the years break into days
I'm waiting for my imperfect teeth to fall back into place
I had my doubt I had a few uncertainties
Still I was pleased with my misplaces integrity
Eyes closed she digs her toes into the sand
Far away from here I was the patron of a lost and lively land
How my hands now grip two swords
Steel always did remind me why I wake and fight and fade
Far from these old fears
I listen to the ocean breeze
She whispers, 'Wake and find your feet'
Spitting up retainer bits the years break into days
I'm waiting for my imperfect teeth to fall back into place
|
||||
3. |
60+/-
02:01
|
|||
4. |
11thish
02:28
|
|||
5. |
Maddening
05:09
|
|||
Feet fall on the sidewalk
I am full of intent
And you could never know me like I know the cement
I said, three, four, fire!
I've got maddening desire
My pockets full of rolling rampage, barely required
Roll up my tights and sink my heels in damp ground
But this is a town meant for settling down
Whiskey on my breath
I must confess I have left myself to lay down and rest
I cannot lay down with the rest
Why, oh why would excellence take me?
Shredding leaves
My hands won't stop shaking
Why, oh why would excellence need me?
Painting walls
My hands won't stop bleeding
Salty, calming silence
I am holding my tongue
Refusing to polish all the trophies I had one
I said, four, five, slip
I am loosing my grip
My gravelly induction never could get its fix
Why, oh why would excellence take me?
Shredding leaves
My hands won't stop shaking
Why, oh why would excellence need me?
Painting walls
My hands won't stop bleeding
Why, oh why would I even want it?
Choking back the taste of fresh vomit
This is my last snowstorm
I would be so uninformed
This is my last snowstorm
I would be so weather worn
This is my last snowstorm
I would be so unadorned
|
||||
6. |
The Goodnight Waltz
03:02
|
|||
I spoke of ceremony
Of wading and wandering off
I wrote of petty affairs
Of the dreams where I'd lose all my hair
I broke the window
I wait
My severance was already late
Old faces acting the same
I hope to find that smaller piece of me that remains
How they cried out to the waiting and welcoming cloud-textured sky
I had know these people are mine
This revelry is my home
Old faces acting the same
I hope to find that smaller piece of me that remains
I spin myself into these loops of confusion
I want what I've lost
There is no solution
I'd live in regret, but I'm loving redemption
I will finally leave
I will finally learn to forget
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Miss Diandra Fog, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp