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Silence or Swell
04:30
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It’s gonna be hard to talk about this when it’s done
Those days of plenty come and gone
The morning lake in silver, receive me when I come
The wide awake believer
The path inside
Follow the breadcrumb trail
Relax your mind
What are you afraid of:
Silence or swell?
Let’s keep it short and simple, an impulse in a veil
You found a line of silver in my hair
And every night you saw it, the proof of our decline
You’d rather die than fall in
The path inside
Follow the breadcrumb trail
Relax your mind
What are you afraid of:
Silence or swell?
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2. |
Cue Sunday Bells
04:12
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Despite the silence
I want to live
The days are mine but
The nights are his
The great designer
Familiar fears
I’ve made my mind up
My vision’s clear
Softness reduces us to envy and poor health
I see the mirror but don’t recognize myself
Cue Sunday bells
Despite the silence
I want to live
To lay beside her
Insignificant
The same reminder
Forgotten years
I’ve made my mind up
To disappear
Softness reduces us to envy and poor health
I see the mirror but don’t recognize myself
Cue Sunday bells
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From where I stand it’s a long way down
Everyone wants to thank you
You’re a friend of her husband now
She married him after high school
It’s a full time job, just staying calm
Don't read the papers
Ironed shirts, an endless thirst
Drop the anchor:
A leather bag,
Initials scratched,
The voice you had
Now useless as
Vapor,
Or dust,
I dream of dust
From where I stand it’s a long way down
Light the candles I gave you
You’ll see a man in a horsehair gown
Don’t shake his hand unless he makes you
Call him in, life is this:
Imitation
Draw a horse, approaching storms
Fill the pages
If I ask you then
“Do you hear those bells?”
Just lift your chin
And nod until
You can say “yes
I hear them,
They called us here”
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4. |
Crooked Lines
03:56
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I learned a lot this way: bringing cups of water to your home
On a sunny day, I’d sometimes see your figure in the door
It was nothing then, capturing the silence with a look
If I could call you friend, I’d dedicate my life to being good
But my thoughts are always
Crooked lines
Could you see me that way?
Could you make it right?
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5. |
William
04:49
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If you catch me roaming
Between here and our town
Tell mother and father
I’ll see them around
Put a dime in the river
And watch it slip by
Our brief moment together
Was like that flash in the Rhine
I’ll find work as a cobbler
No boot I can’t mend
And I’ll marry the daughter
Of some company man
Fill a house with my children
Tall horse just to ride
And the townsfolk will mention
My name as they dine
I’ll outlive my children
I’ll outlive my wife
And I’ll wait for you William
When our hair has gone white
And the townsfolk won’t bother
Nor the law give a damn
If I lay with a woman
Much less a man
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6. |
The Moment
04:29
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Drop of water, oblivion
Just keep it simple, one more try
Pour wine just to finish it
I’d like to see you one more time
Cascading shimmers of youth:
Afraid to let go of you
But I’m so unbelievably tired
Look at my face
No friends on the internet
No homesick daughter in LA
I rise to the surface and
Resolve to call you in a day
I’ll lay a sheet over you
In my way I’m generous too
But I’m so unbelievably tired
Look at my face
Glass of water, oblivion
Invite the killer into my life
If the song gets too intimate
For each wrong, there’s a way to make it right
If I fight, the moment lingers
If I fight, the moment lingers
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7. |
Renegade
05:24
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The truth is I’m in love with it
In my mind
Been hiding from this punishment
A long time
Bodies on the highway, bottle in my coat
It’s been a long day, just make it home
This ruined archway, five million souls
That won’t know my name until I go
Confusing signs of temperament
I can’t collect my thoughts
I dream that I’m not weak
And turn those dreams to salt
I face the audience, I play the songs
It’s magnificent and then it’s not
And I haunt the galleries
As I was told, this once was everything
And now it’s gone
And each row will tie a stem
To the robes of quiet men:
“I would like to try again”
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South Vienna
05:10
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Far and wide, where has gentle gone?
Find me sacrificial in the barn
A single glass of bourbon has eliminated thought
The ruins of an archway in the mist
You will paint a landscape on the door
I will fake an illness for your warmth
Suddenly remember what the firewood is for:
Casting jagged shadows on your wrist
I always wanted this
I always wanted this
I always wanted this
What fills your beak?
What is this, a violin tattoo?
To commemorate the quiet afternoons
Tell them not to mourn me, I was born to leave the room
Designed to fill the grooves carved on a disc
So bring me South Vienna in a dress
Let her cut the wisdom from your head
Echoes of surrender in the valley of the dead
Ice can break the fever in a pinch
I never wanted this
I never wanted this
I never asked for this
What fills your beak?
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