1. |
Game of Numbers
02:56
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When you said yes, you were in
I counted backwards to conception
How many years had I waited to feel forever
As if forever were a thing
A single moment stretched like string
You wind the clock with your intentions and I’m spun
Your careful hand weights my arm
Meaning love, meaning harm
Forever right now
A game of numbers
I’m at 7, you’re at 8
Past the middle, through the gate
Hit me sideways in that dream that lives beside us
Catch your fingers in my hair
Fuck me up til I’m not there
Make me forget that someday I won’t miss you
Your eyes blink like warning lights
Why do we circle the same fire
Forever right now
A game of numbers
Your careful hand weights my arm
Meaning love, meaning harm
Forever right now
A game of numbers
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2. |
Teenage Situation
02:32
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You’ve got a summer fever
And I’ve got a steady hand
I’m not a mind reader but I think I understand
Don’t let your eyes deceive you
I see how you look at me
You’re out of your head
This dress doesn’t fit
It hangs on my hips
But you anoint me with some kind of queendom
I feel reckless
I wanna live in this place
I won’t sell the dress
Freeze your fever
Bury the flu
We’ll dig it up like a time capsule
In love’s future wasteland
I got drunk again
I can’t sleep again
It’s a teenage situation
You ask how I’m doing
Now I’m ruined
It’s a teenage situation
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3. |
Northern Flicker
04:08
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Old dry thigh, northern flicker
It’s no lie I tried to love her
We were babies far from mother
Mountains higher than each other
The shape of your strange name:
Rocks to cotton moth wings
The water in your eyes:
Pacific Northwest open skies
No bark, no bite
I’m a shell of a former life
All bark, no bite
I’m a ghost of a past life
Now you swing your lantern home
The valley did not hold us long
But I still swallow your name
Tender leaf, razor blade
Old dry thigh, northern flicker
It’s no lie I tried to love her
We were babies far from mother
Mountains higher than each other
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4. |
Ghost
02:50
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I liked your fire
Wanted to stay there for a while
Warm my hands
But the heat was an echo
A thousand tongues
A million ways undone
That spirit’s gonna run if you let it
We buried the stars
Once we knew they were not ours
But sometimes they cry at the dawning
And I still hear the sound
Of your fever going down
The cold of you turning
I don’t want that ghost
I don’t miss it the most
There’re a hundred voices that haunt me
My blood runs warm
And the blackbirds swarm
If I’m dying, then why is it so funny
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5. |
Favorite Flavor
04:19
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There’s a moon in the sky and I’d stab my eyes out
If it meant you’d be mine half of the time
Yesterday was bitter, tomorrow closed the door
Left me itching in this dress, dirty dance floor
I’ve been looking at that moon you’ve been singing to
And I pretend it’s only me you have come to see
Tomorrow never mattered, yesterday’s no more
I just wanna taste your hands at the back door
Tie me up and turn me out
I’ll be honest, I’m never honest
I wanna be what you see
Something braver, your favorite flavor
There’s a wind to cross the wires and my skin is in a crawl
This love has many faces, I don’t claim to know them all
I hide things then I lose them, then I find them 10 years on
The perfect pitch of sadness, the tenor of your heart
Tie me up and turn me out
I’ll be honest, I’m never honest
I wanna be what you see
Something braver, your favorite flavor
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6. |
Antarctica
03:40
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Be strong, Bernadette
Nobody will ever know
I came here for a reason, perhaps
There is a life here
Of not being afraid of your own heart beating
Do not be afraid of your own heart beating
Look at very small things with your eyes
And stay warm
Nothing outside can cure you
But everything’s outside
There is great shame for the world in knowing
You may have gone this far
And no more lies, no more
Not to find you, no
More coming back and more returning
Southern journey
Small things and not my own debris
Something to fight against
There’s not much point in it’s being over
If I crawled back to the house
Two feet give no position if
The branches cracked over my head
And their threatening me, if I
Covered my face with beer
And sweated til you returned
If I suffered, what else could I do
If I suffered, what else could I do
If I suffered, what else could I do
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7. |
Three Things
03:15
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Three things I’ll never forget, one is:
The bridge and the river and the last blue light
And the white
The first the day of the year
White bathrobe in a hotel mirror
Three things I’ll never forget, two is:
The blue-green tile, the water getting cold
Wondering if you were coming back
With something warmer than that
Free of debt – excellent, very fun
I should have left
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8. |
The Tree
03:27
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Once when you were gone in Florida
I went to your house and swept your floors
You didn’t ask, I didn’t tell
I just wanted to know you well
Wanted the dust, wanted the dirt, wanted more
The wood was cold and Blue was playing
I crawled every inch of every room
Til I felt I belonged to every floorboard
And every song was about it
So you were already building fences
I didn’t care or maybe I was just defenseless
But I still swim behind your heavy eyelids
For better, not best
In your dream I was drowning
And I know what it means
You feel the need to protect me
You feel the need to forget me
And I told you from the tree that you can
I’m not coming down for someone I love again
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9. |
We Can Go Diving
05:00
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Listen, I love you
It’s deep and complicated
Let me wrap my fingers round your neck
We can go diving
It won’t last too long
Find the shiny bits we’d like to keep
You love the sun
And I prefer the moon
It’s okay, baby
This will all be over soon
Electric lovesick
I feel everything
Take me to the middle of the numb
Perfect stranger
We can go quiet
Effervescent trigger finger fun
You love the sun
And I prefer the moon
It’s okay, baby
This will all be over soon
Lights out, I love you
I love you to the moon
It’s okay, baby
This will all be over soon
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