1. |
Spiral
01:10
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outside is all i can be
and all I want is in
I can't trust you to stop trusting me
spin, spiral, spin
there's more to good love
than a poetic way of speakin
but you know there's nothing more to me
smooth as polished stone
but on the inside, it is breakin
spin, spiral, spin
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2. |
Clean
03:52
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it's scary to be clean
when all your dirt's still fallin from the ceiling
it's scary to be clean
fruitless, bare, and bound to ere be empty
it's scary to be clean
and dream half hearted of someone you could've been
it's scary to be clean
but scarier to hold on to your mud
ain't it thrillin
don't you feel powerful
how thick the wool over your eyes
don't you feel powerful
it's scary to be dry
give up the weight of all the drowning fruit flies
it's scary to be dry
gather dust to soak up all the old rye
it's okay to be dry
and grow a garden where nothing but ash lies
i'm ready to be dry
and peel away the glaze over my eyes
ain't it awful
dont you feel terrible
how deep the pit in your stomach
don't you feel terrible
ain't it thrillin
don't you feel powerful, now
how thick the wool over your eyes
don't you feel powerful
oh, it'll take more than a needle
to pierce through my skin
spin, spiral, spin
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3. |
Driftwood
04:06
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well, i'm sand
and saltwater
balanced on driftwood
singin at strangers
and i'm piss
and i'm vinegar
and i'm whiskey breath
clogging your air ways
ain't you just the one that makes it so easy
you're burnt, dry soil
you're ragin drunk
driving home late
you're big, disassembled
you're therapy
i can't afford it
ain't you just the one
i wasn't mad enough as a kid
so now i'm mad at everything
shoulda done, shoulda been
shoulda known how it would end
now she's brittle and she's rough
and she won't be soft
like porcelain
and ain't you just the one
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4. |
Manage
03:29
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oh i am just a lonely man,
i'm harmless
where you off to after dark tonight
and do you need somebody
to protect you
i can watch you, where you goin now
and don't be scared
i'm just tryna say hello
and make a friend
i'm all alone tonight and
don't be rude
i can take no for an answer
i'm a reasonable man
and i can manage, somehow
oh i am just a lonely man
i'll keep you safe from everything and everyone
you won't be sad for long
you'll learn to love me,
you'll be happy once you see that i'm the
only one who truly understands you
i have watched you for so long
and now you're mine to stay
and if i can't have you
i'll make sure that no one ever ever will
i'll manage, somehow
look so
pretty
can i
keep you
broken
beauty
i can
save you
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5. |
Crenshaw
03:22
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the fly on my wall
knows me better
than i know myself
i watch his wings
while his hungry eyes
watched me while i slept
the palms of my hands
they are layered and peeling
i've chewed them away to the bone
the cracks in my skin
set my weary head reeling
and lord, i just wanna go home
innocence pulled out my ankles
til there's nothing left
my cracking shoulders
wet and bruised
still carry all the heft
dry your feet
knock off the dirt from his garden
pull me out by my wrists
the seeds still make you
feel sick to your stomach
and he's not gonna give up his grip
what an innocent looking thing i have found
what an innocent looking thing i have found
between the cushions of my couch
what a thing i have found
what a sweet, clean, innocent thing i have found
oh, this is bout as far as it reaches
this is bout as far as it extends
this is bout as far as you're gonna get
this is bout as far as it reaches
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6. |
Sleepy
03:03
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his fingers ache
with thoughts of grace
and fumble for his button
his chest it heaves
the dried up leaves
the boogeyman's a glutton
head full of water
mouth full of sand
hide in the closet, pretty pell
she keeps a belt
strapped round her thigh
her hands won't stay
by her own sides
her grin ain't true
but sure is wide
three kings fall when she sighs
head full of water
mouth full of sand
worshiping pins and needles with my muddy hands
communion
it's dark and it's quiet now
and he don't know why he can't sleep
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7. |
Stockholm
00:59
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8. |
VS
03:50
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feel you in my bones
curled up in my stomach
crawlin up my throat
hold you in my hands
wrap around my fingers
even when you're gone
the smell of you it lingers
even when you're gone
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9. |
Tradition
04:13
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i sat under your tree
until its branches near consumed me
until i thought its shade would freeze me solid
i sat under your tree
until its roots began to pierce me
and dead and still, i grew into a fossil
i sat under your tree
until its bark scratched symbols in me
and leaves piled dry and brittle in my lap
i sat under your tree
until you drilled a hole right through me
and fell down to your knees to drink the sap
the fruit has fallen
wasted and rotten
but the soil is fertile
and won't be forgotten
i rotted from your tree
fell unto the earth and grew again
until i stood fully in bloom
i carved into your trunk
ground the wood to pages
and drew plans to build a cold and simple tomb
i cut off all your limbs
stripped off what i could for kindling
and what i didn't burn, i made a casket
i burned all of your books
until the smoke drove all my love away
and all i have left is your ashes
long dark hallways loud with locking doors
save your face and scrub it off your floors
i'd move house if my house moved like yours
(the hallways in this house are long and loud
and dark as death
the doors stay locked
nobody's home to use them anyhow
i've scrubbed my skin to bloody mess
and still i feel the fingertips
but at least the smoke is clear now that the fire's out)
did you
did you feel lied to
when i told you
i would bury you
i swear that i did
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