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Solar lights
02:13
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Oh those bright white solar lights
you hang up in the trees at night
they halfway light my path,
but I can only kinda see the shadows of the maple trees
under a sky of black.
Oh those dumb things you always say
they just can't keep me 'round you babe,
it's hard to call you home.
But then again, I can't pretend I was a perfect gentleman
I figure, I'll just go.
So so, I will wander, and I'll wonder
what the trouble was anyway.
But with your eyes upon me...
and the patterns slip out from your ugly pink dress.
I loved you to pieces,
and now you're a mess...
what did you expect?
Out the garden in the rain
I'm never coming back again
it's really not that hard.
Yeah, maybe I've a couple days
of living under skies of grey
but out come evening stars.
So so, I will wander, and I'll wonder
what the trouble was anyway.
But with your eyes upon me...
and my hand slips up, up your ugly pink dress.
I loved you to pieces,
and now you're a mess...
what did you expect?
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No place
05:05
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Oh, I know many things. Oh,
I know nothing. Oh,
I wake up every day
but haven't woken up really.
Shortcuts lead through the trees,
heading to the path that runs down by the sea.
Oh, I know many things, oh
I know nothing.
I went on down below,
and all the sea receded.
I walked on barnacles,
and felt a rainy feeling.
Living in the mud,
or I'm living in the sun...
I walked on down, but not to the seashore.
I opened up my heart
(at least, I think I did)
I stood in sandy spots,
and all the sea receded.
Living life like this,
or living life like that.
Tried to see, but there's a lot of darkness.
Oh oh oh, I know that there's no place I need to go.
I know, I'm already here.
If I breathe a bit, and look around at all of this,
the ocean turns from dark to grey to clear.
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3. |
Are you lonely?
01:32
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Are you lonely?
Are you jealous of me?
What did I do to make you hate me the way you do?
Or is it just karma coming back around
to kick me in the ass with mistakes from the past...?
Well buddy, you gotta relax.
Start taking it slow, you know when He spoke
he was saying "Love your brother,
find a sister or two."
'cause we're all feeling alone,
and that includes me, and that includes you.
If there's a fire, will you come back for me?
Or will you stand outside and watch it burn,
even as I sleep? Will you watch it consume me?
Death will come soon.
Is there nothing you can do?
Where was it said that we should make hate and revenge?
Shouldn't we be trying to get rid of them,
instead of building and refilling?
'cause keeping up the war is only killing me.
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Overwhelming feeling
01:12
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Spending all night on the beach, I know
the sound you're hearing,
button's stuck on repeat
and that overwhelming feeling.
What do you think you're aiming for, bliss?
A couple of words from you arrive at 5 AM,
so I was sleeping,
and I didn't notice them.
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5. |
Many times
02:36
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Been here many times,
lived with friends of mine.
The ocean sprays, and waves fall upon waves.
I walk the waterline,
with leaving on my mind.
As the ocean sprays, I'm older one more day,
and I look around
at all of you.
Came here for a while,
I guess that's just my style.
'cause I'm lurking around the way,
every day I'm doing,
every day I'm moving,
day or night's OK, just bring me something new.
Lurking around the way,
cullin' all the lovin', spitting over nothing,
day or night's OK, just bring me something new.
Been here many times,
lived with friends of mine.
If I had a choice,
I'd let them take my voice;
'cause if I cannot speak, then I will learn to see.
And if I cannot see, then I will learn to breathe.
Been there many times,
and I'll go with friends of mine.
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6. |
Sincerely
03:39
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I like to sing my songs, but I'd like it more
if you could sing and you would come along,
'cause I like you more than I can handle.
That's what I get for looking at you like that,
yeah, that's what I get.
Now I stare blankly at walls,
and even pictures that I put up barely make me think at all,
and I hope it's just a passing phase.
Oh I know there's no way out, oh I know there's no way out
what can I say was the point?
Sincerely, I don't know what it all means,
sincerely, too many things I can't believe,
so I'll keep on wondering, sincerely.
I'd like to block it out, but these thoughts keep coming back
and they are amplified too loud,
I can hardly hear the words you say.
I walked around the woods,
in all the leaves' decay I knew that there
I could be understood,
'cause everything's a passing phase.
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7. |
Going north
06:01
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I've been going north.
Land of ice and cold... layer your clothes, don't you know?
Long, long dark roads, going away from home.
Stars, stars
so bright, not drowned out by the city lights,
just me,
and the night.
I've been going north,
don't ask me why, 'cause I can't tell.
There's movement in my bones, so maybe
maybe I'm not in control.
I've been going north,
fleeing sun
walking to cold and tundra.
And after all, it's been
a couple years
since I been here.
Inside my mind the perfect time is always near.
I've been going north.
Death is awful close, don't you know?
Listen to him whisper hello.
It's kind of hard to see, am I a piece
of a bigger picture? Probably.
No, I won't pretend that it all makes sense
that's why I'm out here
in total blankness.
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8. |
Daisy
01:14
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I like singing little ditties,
with the sun inside my window and a melody from dream.
Not sure how I'll ever leave this bed,
wonder if my life is real,
can I simply sleep instead?
But you keep opening my door.
Telling me to clean the kitchen,
telling me to sweep the floor.
I roll left, I roll right,
I pretend it's midnight,
I'm sure that all will be fine.
Daisy,
water your flowers girl, water yourself.
I see you staring at the red light,
blinking all through the night,
thinking, "what kind of life can I live right?"
Daisy,
let me fall over girl, let me alone,
I see you throwing out those hip checks
getting away with it!
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9. |
Due time
03:08
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I've been trying, and I've been failing
and I've been wanting to drown myself.
I've been bright lights, and I've been dark nights,
and I've been trying to give up now.
But many men have been walking down this path,
I'm not the first who felt like turning back.
And if I stop now, what a waste,
and my tongue will still salivate,
and in the mirror I will still appear,
can't escape my skin, no, these borders keep me in here!
Seems that, sometimes, no will to fight,
I've been wanting to hide away.
Sorry for my hate, it helps nothing,
just makes me want to stop and quit.
But many men have been walking down this path,
You ain't not the first who felt like turning back.
And if you stop now, what a waste,
and your tongue will still salivate,
and in the mirror you will still appear,
can't escape your skin, no, those borders keep you in here!
So fight this daily fight - morning does bring sunrise,
and the birds will return
in due time.
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10. |
Tall tall buildings
04:22
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Long ride on the bus,
I was going to New York,
going there much too late.
I know she's been living there,
at least a couple years,
busy, busy every day.
When I said yes, when I said no, were you listening?
Trying hard to see sunrise, but only sleeping in.
Now how many hours more,
it's been almost thirty and
I got another thirty again.
So many people going
so many places do we
ever stop travelling?
It's probably love, that's making you walk away,
it's probably I don't show enough to make you need to stay.
When I arrive to those tall tall buildings,
I'll recognize places I've been.
Maybe I'll turn around again, and
go back West.
Maybe I'll turn around again,
leave behind the mess.
Long ride, real dark,
someone is snoring loud,
and keeping my mind awake.
Yeah, it's a pity that
I wasn't around enough
when there was time to take.
What do I want, what do I need, I keep floundering,
maybe my heart knows these things if I can listen in...
I can hear you moan, I can hear you laugh,
from years away,
and though I am coming all the way back to Brooklyn
I don't think you'll look at me.
It's probably love, it's probably love but
who knows these things?
When I get there I'll decide
if I'm gonna stay.
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11. |
Outer space
03:49
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Once in a while I think of outer space
and dream of what it's like way up there.
But I'm always waking in this time and place
to the same old, same old something.
Louder and louder, can you hear me shout
beneath the ponderosas? I am empty,
laughing, as I think about
the bodies of my lovers.
Now a new melody brings out the best in me
an old pretty queen, come from a time machine.
I been waiting for summer, but summer never comes.
Still, I know it's only a matter of time.
How I been opening up now,
a flower in the spring sunshine.
I always been rolling downhill,
but now the grade begins to climb.
I'm keeping my eyes open wide,
but you don't gotta look to find.
Waking up early, staying out too late,
and coming home empty-handed.
If it was up to me, girl, I'd prefer to stay
and learn your body language.
Now the leaves return, along with fiddlehead ferns,
the longer the days, the shorter the skirts.
I've been waiting for summer,
but summer never comes.
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12. |
For Julia
01:50
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Victor Vancouver, British Columbia
Victor was raised in the Okanagan. Now he lives in unceded Coast Salish territory in Vancouver, BC, Canada. He's got a Buddhist Studies degree, he's a web developer, and he writes music.
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