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A Wall
04:03
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The pans clattered on tile floor
When the door slammed shut.
He lies staring at the ceiling,
holding her picture up.
He always spoke in absolutes,
but black plus white makes gray.
If truth is truth
why does she feel betrayed?
Screaming - screaming love,
no matter what it’s called.
They can’t hear it through
the wall.
The rearview rattles; the radio roars.
Missed her exit, still reeling -
still sure
the words were true, but not the meaning.
He always spoke in absolutes,
but black plus white makes gray.
If truth is truth
why does she feel betrayed?
Screaming - screaming love,
no matter what it’s called.
They can’t hear it through
the wall.
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God's Flashlight
04:34
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The walls are blue now
and they replaced all the doors,
but the carpet under my feet
feels the same as before.
I'm glad you came,
even if it's not the same.
Hearing you breathe
is keeping me sane.
The house always made sounds
I never figured out;
I used to think they were footsteps,
but now they're only doubts.
I know they're not here -
I got that loud and clear.
And this wind may not be whispering,
but like his voice it calms my fears.
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Red Rock
03:45
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She threw you away so callously.
She found her words but lost her way.
If I may say so, it's time to go, love -
at least it's time enough.
Or time again, I just don't know,
but I'm finished my drink, so off it goes.
Rolling Rock in the water, you should know I found your
daughter. She says Speak and Spell taught her all she knows. I know what you
wished for, but that's all she wrote. Rolling Rock, oh Rolling Rock, it's a
warm afternoon laying out here.
She's sweet as Honey Moon, but hits like Everclear.
She was raised on Black Snake fireworks.
They left her in tears.
Now she feels no fear -
She says she'd keep Acmes behind her ears.
Rolling Rock, drifting softly, life is costly like Sony
TVs. You should see the love live off me - off this dock
oh Red Rock, they can't touch this - your clamshell wrappers and Louffa
sponges, a bustling reef of what we coveted. Red rock.
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Split Tongued
04:56
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My dad won't say why
you can't stay later.
Your hand weighed on my head and
your voice didn't waver:
You said I needed to listen -
open up to reason.
None of this was your fault
and I believed it.
my father won't hear you out.
You wanted me to help him understand it, but
you sewed these seeds of doubt
between us - so reap what you planted.
He saw the card house you were constructing -
fortifying trick by trick - but your
split-tongued hiss was still just
slick enough to inflict
your lies on me.
So lie to me.
Don't try to stand by,
just lie to me.
Maybe through repetition
you've convinced yourself these lies, but your
split-tongued hiss was not quite
sly enough to hide
the truth from me. So,
ruthlessly, you
used me to
worm your way back inside.
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Copper Lake
04:51
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It's
cold up here.
I lean into the wind
and see the peaks so clear.
I peek over the edge,
down on my knees,
at where we were two days ago
looking up at the trees.
Not far up ahead,
my lone companion
is searching for the trail.
Where it ends, the snow begins.
Dark clouds
are rolling in
as the sun rests
on the horizon.
A harsh light
from a bright bulb
on a soft night
as the winter dulls.
Spring came,
but the snow stayed.
We laughed and waited
for a new day.
So we soldier on.
Our boots crack the icy ground.
Can't see through this fog
and the wind is howling now.
The rain comes in a wave
and the path's erased.
We keep making our way
as the light leaves this day.
A harsh light
From a bright bulb
On a soft night
As the winter dulls
Spring came
but the snow stayed.
We laughed and waited
for a new day
As we top this ridge
my legs give in
for my one and only wish:
the bluest a lake's been.
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6. |
A Switch
07:20
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Flip a switch in my head
and starve this clock that I have fed.
I can't tell which fear I've fled -
the one I saw or the one I said.
These words that I've said: are they from my heart or from my head?
Watch these words fall apart. Were they in my head or in my heart?
This word and this breath: an echo will be all that's left
of this heart and this mind. Which did I choose to leave behind?
I watch this watching clock
built from guilt and hard as rock.
I have tried, but these hands don't stop
counting up and ticking off.
These words that I've said: are they from my heart or from my head?
Watch these words fall apart. Were they in my head or in my heart?
This word and this breath: an echo will be all that's left
of this heart and this mind. Which did I choose to leave behind?
All you'd have to do
is not think it through -
not stop to think.
No one's stopping you.
No one's stopping you
No one except for you
No one's stopping you
No no
No one but you.
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