Weather Report (Lyrics)
A Message (Lyrics)
I Saw Red (Lyrics)
Get Out Stay Out (Lyrics)
No Parachutes (Lyrics)
Sonnet For Silence (Lyrics)
Roma White (Lyrics)
Being Human Is Weird (Lyrics)
Jumble Gem (Lyrics)
Didn't I (Lyrics)
"Live from Audio Pilot Studios" (2017)
1. Albert and the Hurricane (Lyrics)
2. Slow (Lyrics)
3. Too Young to Fall in Love (Lyrics)
4. All I'll Ever Know (Lyrics)
5. Paper Hands (Lyrics)
6. Be Quiet (Lyrics)
7. I Am Not Yours (Lyrics)
8. Steal the Moon (Lyrics)
9. Ocean Legs (Lyrics)
10. Not Today (Lyrics)
11. Pale Soft Light (Lyrics)
"Dear Me" (2016)
1. Slow (Lyrics)
2. Pale Soft Light (Lyrics)
3. Too Young to Fall in Love (Lyrics)
4. Be Quiet (Lyrics)
5. Paper Hands (Lyrics)
6. I Am Not Yours (Lyrics)
7. Steal the Moon (Lyrics)
8. Annabel (Lyrics)
9. Not Today (Lyrics)
10. Places (Lyrics)
11. Ocean Legs (Lyrics)
12. Albert and the Hurricane (Lyrics)
"Dear Me" B-Sides (2017)
1. All I'll Ever Know (Lyrics)
"Every Good Boy" EP (2015)
1. Every Good Boy Does Fine (Lyrics)
3. Flying Man
4. All the World's Asleep
1. Snowglobe (Lyrics)
2. Scales (Lyrics)
3. Burning House (Lyrics)
4. Death in the Snow (Lyrics)
5. Nothing's Mean (Lyrics)
6. Float (Lyrics)
7. Once the Ocean (Lyrics)
8. Unforgiving Tide (Lyrics)
9. Progress (Lyrics)
10. Field Mouse (Lyrics)
11. Reborn (Lyrics)
Say you will have me still when I finally find my way to you. Or leave a note on your door, if you finally found what you've been looking for. Oh won't you slow... slow it down. Just leave it on hold, hold, hold for now. Oh won't you slow... down that love. Until I am bold, bold, bold, enough. Save a chair, if you care. Say you'll swear to eat alone until I'm there. Or just say farewell, southern belle, if you find a southern boy who will treat you well. Oh won't you slow... slow it down. Just leave it on hold, hold, hold for now. Now won't you slow... down that love. Until I can hold, hold, hold, you up.
Pale Soft Light
Crafty and quiet are these two hands of mine. Climb down your spine like a ladder and slide to your sides. Crafty and quiet. Carefully scheming to bring home the kill. They're stopped by the warden in the valley, they run for the hills... carefully still. To hide in the pale soft light. Hide in the pale soft light. Crafty and quiet. Now that the guards have all gone back to bed, they head for the garden through the valley. They roll back your eyes. To hide in the pale soft light and stay there until this night feels like a memory that we are swimming in. Crafty and and oh so quiet aren't these hands of mine? They climb down from your spine down to the pale soft light. Keep us wrapped in the pale soft light.
Too Young to Fall in Love
There's a city on the ocean. It's where I'll go to die. Cuz there's no room to be content, not within this restless heart. I'll sleep better when I'm dead and bled it all out. There's my bride in the moon light. The one I've yet to know. Those future vows that I intend to keep when they are meant, when I am not mess like this. I'm too young to fall in love, I want it all now. Cuz though it's perfect I couldn't stay here all year. In another life we could stay here, right here. In another life, we could leave.
When the words have finally run out, I shall place these hands upon this mouth. For talking men are destined to be, so I'd rather be quiet. Even if it isn't torture I would rather drown than be drowning. And if it isn't honest then it isn't worth the breath. I'll hold it instead. I'll spend the next year in bed if I can't get my way. They might say I've given in but I've given up and there's a difference. And when the words I've lost are found, I'll move these hands away and speak them out.
One day when we both grow old, I will sit you by the kitchen sink. And wash your paper hair with paper hands. While you'll stay a younger soul, you will feel the weight of weathered bones. And while drag my own. I'll carry yours along. Cuz I feel it, always. When the world is through with us, leaving us behind in a cloud of dust. I won't be through with you. I won't be through. Cuz I feel it, always.
I Am Not Yours
This is the space upon my chest for the perfect cheek to rest, and yours it is not meant for. Though we suffer from the same disease we both suffer differently, and though I do adore you are not my cure and I am not yours. This is the fire I have saved that I dare not give away to anyone that wouldn't burn from. Though its true for a moment I believed it was you that I had seen in cinematic dreams it's such a lucky curse that you are not her. This is the veil that was my face lifted along with heavy weight revealing something new relief to feel indifferent, thankful for for my reunion with emptiness. And this is a bittersweet farewell, and I know it hurts like hell. We're well aware that we were not meant for more. This is not your heart to break. You break it anyway. You are not mine, and I am not...
Steal the Moon
You mistake me for someone else. Someone you must think a fool. How could anyone fall for someone you believed to be so damn cruel? If I stole that moon for your love, would you then see me a thief? Would you only see my tattered clothes if I crawled through hell to get to you? Now whose skin am I in? And who's in my skin? You have caught me holding the knife that's been dug deep in your back. Can't you see that I'm trying to pull out the blade that someone else has left? Now who's in my skin? And whose in my new skin?
She lays out on the table, a pair of shears a ball of twine. Her mother's meds she could pair with her father's favorite wine. Now which of these will work the most and hurt the least? Yeah she wonders, feeling nothing. Now which of these will be the end or set her free? Yeah she wonders, feeling nothing. She looks down at the counter, and sees a ticket for a flight. And beside it a calendar, a planner for her pleasant life. She paints her face in the mirror, throws on her favorite dress. Stood between that counter and that table she reflects.
When the dawn is breathing life into the streets, I'll be cursing my alarm to let me sleep. For there are no words at dawn that sound as sweet as when you whisper to yourself, "No, not today". If I bury my head underneath the sheets, like a seed beneath the soil, buried deep. Could I grow roots to keep me anchored down? So I may whisper to myself, "No, not today".
We recite our favorite lines from our favorite silent films. Every word with quiet eyes and every touch a novel. And we pretend to love like then. Cue the orchestra to swell when our eyes meet. Rising louder now with every rushed heartbeat. So I'll be hopeless gazing out a train, and you compelled to trade names. Our two hands enact the scene, casting shadows on the wall. First they elegantly greet, and then begins the waltz. Cue the orchestra to swell when our mouths meet. Rising louder now until we're under sheets. So I'll be hopeless stranger cross the bar. And you who'll save me from my black heart. I'll be your... I'll be your... wonderer. I'll be yours. So I'll be hopeless. Hopelessly deranged. And you, a voice a million miles away. I'll be yours. Your own.
Dear hope, you've been good to me. I know you've led me lost at sea, but you always kept my cheeks dry. Patience, you've eluded me right when I thought I'd need you most but I don't need you anymore. What good would you be now? I've already found my ocean legs. Dear me. Has it always been dear me? Sweet hope, you've been sweet to me. Although I've always secretly wanted to meet your cousin faith. Patience, you've been patient. What would it take for you to show? But I don't want you anymore. What good would you be now? I've already found my ocean legs.
Albert and the Hurricane
Only for a brief moment I breathe. In the center of an awful dream. But it's beautiful in the middle but then I hear those distant drums. Once again the waltz begins. We twist, we bend. Is this the end? And once again the city spins. We twist, we bend. This is the end. At the mighty hands of someone's god, we may be held or thrown away.
Every Good Boy Does Fine
Have we turned out to be how we wanted? How we wanted? How I dreamed such big dreams. When I was small and convinced I'd be wanted. I’d be wanted. I'd be thrown upon a stage. (That TV told me so). So I believed. (That TV told you). Something similar. It sold it to us all the same way. I'm a rare dying breed, and I'll make it if I'm patient. Every good boy does fine. And every thoughtful deed meant to please will be noticed. I'll be noticed. I'll be thrown upon a stage. (That TV told me so). So I believed. (That TV told you). Something similar. It sold it to us all the same way. The same way, the same. I’d be glowing on a stage. So I believed. It told you something similar. It sold it to us all the same way. It sold it to us all the same way. I’d swore that I’d be thrown upon a stage. (That TV told me so). So I believed. (That TV told you). Something similar. It sold it to us all the same way. It sold it to us all the same way.
If there ever was this moment of clear vision, then I'd have it back, to reenact and live in. Sleepwalk to the grave, slow dance in a haze. If there's ever been a single thing worth keeping, like some memory, it's not to be repeated. Sleepwalk to the grave, slow dance in a haze.
This beating heart won't stay steady enough to keep me on this narrow way. With every twist and turn, the street beneath my feet begins to burn. So I turn off, and leave it alone. There must be something here - beautiful, to hold against my dying ears. Before I disappear, send me off with something I've not heard. So I turn off and let it go. So I turn off and leave it alone. Wonder why I fail, as I'm hunting down my tail. Wonder why I try at all.
I need this house to stay burning for a while. With the crackling walls and ceiling caving down. Toy with the thought of getting out. I need this house to stay burning for a while. Well I've cleansed my heart of any notion that this works out somehow. And I've tuned out any hope of some resolve. But I'll toy with the thought of settling down. I need this house to stay burning... for a while.
Death in the Snow
Hold fast! Terror comes with the cold. Seek out the fire we came from. Have we forgotten where we were made? Have we forgotten where we came from? Hold fast! Death awaits in the snow. Breathe out the fire in our lungs. Have we forgotten how to breathe? How to gather the air deep in our lungs? Let it sit with all of our grief, enough to burn up the whole sea. Swear like you mean it. Hold fast! Terror comes with the cold. Fear not the fire we had once. Swear like you mean it. Arm your wives and kiss them goodbye, like you've never kissed before.
Nothing’s ever meant for anything, but everything means so much to me now. You and I are not set on a path, but we're everything that's perfect about now. I do believe that now and here's where I should be. I don't believe in much of anything, but everything is real to me, somehow. You and I are not part of a plan, but we're everything that's perfect about now. If my body ever gives away, I may spend all of time in my despair - for my lips may never touch your cheek again, but I may not feel the sting to even care. I do believe that now and here's where I should be.
I know of her face from my sleep, from my most favorite dreams. We meet as my body retreats, and I'm the most charming that I've never been. Please pull me under for one more embrace, for one small moment. So I go through my colorless days just mindlessly wilting away. And I desperately wait for the night for the ghost with the most beautiful eyes. Please pull me under for one more embrace, for one small moment. I have finally built up the nerves to be brave and solemnly dive into her. As I stand where the ground meets the sky, gazing out with a grin I declare my goodbye. Please pull me under for one more embrace, for one small moment. Here I will float away in faith. I'm floating to you.
Once the Ocean
Once the ocean begins to reach the tall trees, who would lie beside me in wonder, as our town drowns out? Would your faith last? Or ruin when the waves crash? Who would have this face as their final face to see? But I'd want you as mine. Once the ocean would hum a calming static, who in all this panic would have it by my side? But I'd want you by mine. Once the ocean... I’d want you as mine.
The Unforgiving Tide
Please be heartless, lovers. Please be cold, I know not what I do. Keep me from your daughters. Keep me from the wide-eyed and delicate. Because lately I've made it through the unforgiving tide, but all the good inside was lost at sea. Stay forever weary, for I've been quite the bastard, posing sweet. Don't you dare be thoughtful, don't you dare be darling and delicate. And as I swear to even me that this promise will endure, I'm made aware that I can't be sure. Because lately I've made it through the unforgiving tide, but all the good inside was lost at sea.
Now I'll count up to ten without a single thought of when I was yours, but ten is still more then I'd ever count before. Now I'll sleep a couple nights in a week and not be haunted by how we were then, how you'd vowed to spend all of April in my sheets. And after I've gone, I remember, you held on so long. So this is progress. These are honestly steps towards a change, and these are promises made for better days. After I've gone, I remember what went wrong.
I had a knife... but I cut myself wide. I never could hold a blade like I should. But I made no excuses, I knew. Yes, I knew it would hurt but I never did learn. I found a mouse... but I held it too high, and it leaped from my hands and died. I never was quite careful enough with the things that I loved. But I knew. Yes, I knew it would hurt but I never did learn from the pain.
Meet me when I'm reborn… in my next life, by the shore. Next time we'll kiss for the first time. This time I swear I'll be sure of who I was made for. I'll see you when I'm naked again. I'll come back a stranger, undiscovered. And when your face turns, I'll see who I burn for. I'll see you when I'm naked again.
All I'll Ever Know
Meet my thirsty lips quick with a sip. And just wait and see how long it will be before I'm asking for the sea. Till at last the ocean is gone and I'll look upon the mess I have made. How long it will it take before I'm begging for the rain? So I... all I ever wanted was it all. All I ever needed now is gone. It's all I'll ever know. Once I'm left to soak In shivering bones and you'd be so kind to press yours to mine. Sure as hell I'll beg for fire. And when the flames have taken your home, and all that you've owned, and all that you've made, how long will it take before I'm pleading for some more? All I ever wanted was it all. All I ever needed now is gone. It's all I'll ever know. All that I'll ever know is need. All that I'll ever need is more. Until there is nothing left to take. All that I'll ever take is it all It's all I know.
I heard the news and it's not good. I've read the weather report, said it's pouring forever. But I looked outside and I saw you sticking your tongue out and drinking from those clouds above you. Fluctuat nec mergitur. Fluctuat nec. Everything's gone so wrong. They say, "The air makes you sick, don't stay out there for too long." But then, there you are outside. You don't seem to mind how the pesticides sit in your lungs. Then you turned to me and you smiled and motioned for me to come play for a while. But I hid away as I dreamt of a day that I'd join you.
How do I make a sound worth the breath? One that may leave my mouth with purpose. And so now how do I make you understand through words something that never truly could be heard? How do I make it so my voice may grow arms to hold, a message to reach your ears with purpose? And so now how do I make you understand through words something that never truly could be heard? How do I turn my tongue into a brush? One I could use to paint a portrait of my fear and love. I'd color it red with blood, then dry my lips and wash my lungs. Then finally show you some piece of me.
I Saw Red
I saw red for the first time. And it soon became the only color that I seemed to recognize. But I had to say goodbye - nice to know you. Goodbye - hope to see you soon. Then I turned blue when I left her. I was only passing through for the day. Then I had to go away. Will I ever see that color? Goodbye - nice to know you. Goodbye - hope to see you soon. Then I turned white when I found that this certain shade that I used to see as grey would fade. Goodbye - nice to know you. Goodbye - hope to see you soon. Goodbye - nice to know you. Bye - hope to see you soon. Goodbye.
Get Out Stay Out
You were not invited, I don't know how you got in. There's a reason why that door's not open. But you stumble in like it's a place you've been before. I don't care you weren't aware that I was home. Get out. Stay out. Sheepskin, you're a wolf wrapped in sheepskin.
Just 'cause I'm not resisting doesn't make it right. And I would call for help, but we both know I live alone. I chased off all my neighbors. Get out. Stay out. Disappear, how do I make you disappear? There is nothing to take here, nothing you would want. Burglar, get your feet off the furniture. Swear I won't tell a soul that I know who you are. Get out. Stay out.
Let’s build a plane out of styrofoam and cellophane and whatever’s left behind the shed. Let’s cut across the Atlantic where we’ll both live off of strange love with strangers. Packed to the roof with our plastic guns and hiking boots and we’ve left no room for parachutes. This gasoline is enough to only get us to strange love with strangers. God save us from this love. Let’s build a plane out of styrofoam and cellophane and the scraps our parents threw away. Let’s cut across the Atlantic where we’ll both live off of strange love with strangers. There’s nothing here to keep me from this strange love of danger, and if this plane goes down then we all go down. And then we all go down. Love. No parachutes. So, let’s get this right (See you on the other side) If we get this right (See you on the other side) Or if we all go down (See you on the other side) If we get this right (See you on the other side). Or if we drown I’ll see you on the other side. I’ll see you on the other side.
Sonnet For Silence
She loves me so, but not enough to let me go. And I caress her face, empty of the notion. Maybe I'm to blame for all the fragile things I break. Smile and dream at day. Then piss away what's left of the night. Rehearse, recite.
Holding up her glass. Gazing through the chardonnay she says, "Here's to lovers passed. This one, he was taken far too soon." Smiling in the casket as if I could hear it. "Oh, he’s the only one, the only one for me." I would kill to be a ghost. I would kill to be a ghost in the comfort of my own funeral. "Always so compassionate. Oh, a true humanitarian," cries the weeping president, while accompanied by violin. Then as they lay me down to rest, release the doves and fire off the cannon. I would kill to be a ghost. I would kill to be a ghost in the comfort of my own funeral. Oh, to see the final show. Watch the final curtains close in the comfort of my own funeral. ("He's the only one, the only one for me").
You'll hurt yourself trying to smile. When there's still the taste of lament in your mouth. You'll twist a nerve just from the motion, It's an act we don't have to do. I can sit and just be here and not have to be so terribly scared of silent air. Just a body in the room. The silence is scary, but it's a joke compared to talking to yourself. I'll sit and just be here, and when the dread finally shifts, just enough for you to feel it's safe to talk again, I'll be an empty vase for you to pour yourself in. Or I'll sit and just be here and not have to be so terribly scared of silent air. And if all you'd like is a body in the room, the silence is scary, but it's a joke compared to talking to yourself. I'll sit and just be here. I'm empty whenever you're ready. Whenever if ever. If you feel like you may want to let me in, Whenever if ever.
Being Human Is Weird
A hot breath on the back of my neck by someone pushing his way to the bar. And to my left, somebody's father is pressing right up against someone's daughter with shark eyes. And I... I'm over it. And now I... I'm over it. And now I'm smoking too much, it's the only excuse. I have to get away from filling my black lungs with cheap perfume. And I... I'm over it. And now I... I'm over it. And now everybody's talking but no one's saying a damn thing. Just taking turns reciting something absurd that they heard once. The things that I would do just to get inside of some woman's blurred view. And all the things that I would do to get out once I actually do. And I... I'm over it. And now I... I'm over it. I'll buy a drink for a stranger. She's been giving me eyes all night. Maybe give her an empty line.
Now I'm part of it. I'm part of it. (And now everybody's talking but no one's saying a damn thing). I'm part of it. (Just taking turns reciting something absurd that they heard once). Now I'm part of it. (The things that I would do just to get inside of some woman's blurred view). I'm part of it. (And all the things that I would do to get out).
So long. I've had a good run at this. Lucky to have known a smile and the warmth of someone’s kindness. Oh, so long. Lucky to have known you so long. But it's just not, not enough. This night is getting too long. That dawn is coming for me and what is left for me to feel that would feel new and what is left. That swan is coming for me and what is left for me. So long. Lucky to have been around so long. Felt the warmth of someone's kindness. Luckier than most, but it’s just not, not enough. This night is getting too long. That dawn is coming for me and what is left. For me to feel that would feel new. It's coming. It's coming for me. And what is left.
Didn't I know you once before? Back in a former life, were you not who I most adored? And wasn't I everything to you? Before we knew everything is always only passing through? But now I don't even know your name. It shouldn't be so easy for names in the sand to wash in the sea. But didn't I know? Didn't I know you once before? You had a wedding on the beach, and it looked beautiful, like something from a magazine. And now he is everything to you. You were a dream to me but now you're someone's dream come true.
Someone who's given you his name. It shouldn't be so easy for names in the sand to wash in the sea. But didn't I know? Didn't I know?
While you're laying waiting for morning, can you hear them? The universe speaking. "Goodnight. Sleep tight. Little light of mine." Goodnight starlight. Goodnight moon and black sky. Sweet dreams black sea. I'll see you soon universe.