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Surfeit Of Choice
04:32
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Imagine endless stairways
And paths to take or leave
And none with marks or arrows
To determine best or least
And as your feet are trembling
While you contemplate the leap
The sun wheels through the sky the same
And time the mastery keeps
Your shadow grows in grandeur
And your face creases and cracks
And the little memories recede
Into the unremembered past
While the little lies you whisper
Work their way into the act
And give themselves a front row seat
As you spiral right back
In your mind
All the time
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2. |
Cortisol
05:04
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Grasping hands, gasping for air
I've tried to make it my way
Crawled up out of my old self
Try to keep that voice quiet
One foot forward, two feet back
I curse myself over again
Everything is not enough
And every loss is critical
In the mirror
All I see
Is less than
In the mirror
All I see
Is incomplete
Try to build, to buttress up
A life from little pieces
Little voices hold me down
And keep me in the dark
Cyclical like Sysiphus
The days go high to low
On the wheel, maintaining it
Til I can afford to break
In the mirror
All I see
is weakness
In the mirror
All I see
Is defeat
Get more tired as I get wise
Can't step through this same river twice
Never found a place where I
Could say the way things are is fine
Get more frightened as I get high
Can't see the valley's other side
Feeling like a background part
In someone else's film
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3. |
Rusted Band
04:57
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My band is rusted
The edges worn thin
I remember how proudly
I wore it back then
But time has eroded
The love that we shared
I'm left with my vices
And the pain that I bear
And I swear to god one day I’ll be better than this
I curse and my fist shakes, I swing and I miss
The slam of the door, the taste of the floor
Are stronger memories than your kiss
My band is rusted
The papers were signed
My only companion
Is my roving mind
And the long nights I share
With bottles and tears
Has it been an evening
Or has it been years?
And I swear to god one day I’ll be better than this
I curse and my fist shakes, I swing and I miss
The slam of the door, the taste of the floor
Are stronger memories than your kiss
You can take the road to the ocean
You can drink deep the bitter salt air
You can see the world for the first time
Like I’m not even there
You can breathe free of hard sorrow
You can cry tears of relief
I’ll be right here, remembering you
And holding on tight with my grief
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mayheaven Troy, New York
Music for closing time.
Heartbreak folk with DIY ethos and wide-screen arrangements.
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