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16
03:09
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16, Green eyes.
She had taken to me.
She made me feel beautiful;
grovelled at my flailing mind
Hiding herself from the world in my arms
Letting herself kiss me only in the dark
We met at 3 in the morning, she lit a joint to share
I only wanted to touch where her lips had been before
I still have that first CD she ever gave to me
There's no love like my first love
There's no love like my first love
There’s no love like my first love at 16
13 years later she's my plutonic lover
Hiding herself from the world in my arms
Letting herself kiss me only in the dark
Good intentions
Sweet as german wine
we waded through uncertainty
wondring where do our feelings belong
I needed her to know me so I could see myself
There's no love like my first love
There's no love like my first love
There’s no love like my first love at 16
13 years later she's my plutonic lover
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2. |
anoesis
02:56
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One eye closed to greet the sun
slack face, warm belly
yawn into the wind
and start again
little songs in waiting
nourish them full of feeling
anoesis in the morning
old stumps twisting in burning ash
summer breaks to red
im trying to recall
that break before the fall
hear the gravel from the tires
and the islands on fire
little arrows of light
make the morning holy
there's a fuzz around the edges of my brain
soft caress of floating thought
passive, ephemeral
like little offerings of lace
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3. |
bumbling thoughts
03:26
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bumbling thoughts playfully unsure
been running in timeless efforts
my hands are swinging tirelessly
sulking as i sleep
friends are for dressing subtle fire
im down and drinking
im cursing tenderness tonight
edging to my memories
finding my voice, it's quaking
fill it with idioms
add insult to injury
cut the ground from under my feet
little proofs in your gestures
how your thumb is always touching your fingers
soft hands, gesture, postulate
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4. |
fuck $
02:27
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I dont what to do with myself tonight
drink a couple beers, listen to podcast
go to bed early
wake up at noon
I dont know what to do with myself tonight
try to stay busy to keep my demons at bay
sometimes busy just aint enough
sometimes busy is what dizzy feels like
and if I could, I would be nothing
if i could, I would be nothing at all
cuz I dont wanna work another day
I wanna retire at 28
i'd live in a little house in the woods
two dogs and my best friends
little studio in the back
with a wood pile and a smoke stack
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5. |
grief
02:21
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deep sea dweller
with aimless bones
never take a heavy heart light
it takes rocks to have a landslide
Im here
Im here
to shoot the shit or whatever
Restless consumer
lead by a hungry guilt
reach your tongue like a thisty finger
nothing may last but taste it lingers
Im here
Im here
to shoot the shit or whatever
Beautiful darling,
youthful and confused
with a heart of gold
a belly of fear
hands for daggers
and silk for ears
Im here
Im here
to shoot the shit or whatever
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6. |
like finding a lover
02:28
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I am drowning wonderful in your descriptions
slurping the poignancy
noun lonely in a phrase
foreboding and all too fitting
Like finding a lover in an unknown city
we marinated our impression
with a certain disregard for ourselves
we ran out of rhyme
our phrases ellipses run off
Like leaving a city with an unknown lover
we smiled stubbornly, like we were born that way,
kicked the gravel beneath our (meandering) shoes
waxing water, waning breath
we knew this oblique beat by heart
Like finding a story in an unlikely feeling
I am humming to your words, body buzzing in your curves
forever there are letters
old books that smell like earthworms and dirt
freshly old and crumbling papers
yellowing words with yellowing teeth
like finding a lover in an unknown city
and then leaving
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7. |
the wolf
03:48
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I met a man in the woods
who called himself the wolf
he had terminal cancer
n nothing left to live for
‘COLD BEER’ he yelled to me
in his camp of shredded tarp,
his hands were weathered and strong
his back was burned by a burning sun
He offered me a drink,
and a chair to set me down
I offered him an ear
but there aint no soothing a ravaged soul
his face had no more humour
but he laughed continuously
drowning his attempt at restraint
his stories were horror with no more shame
whats the point of lying, he asked
when you're about to die
he’d given up on a game
of silence, swallow, subjugate
silence swallow, subjugate
I left this man in the woods
running fast as I could
he cackled after me
a lone wolf howling at the waning moon
a lone wolf howling at the waning moon
a lone wolf howling at the waning moon
aooo
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8. |
homebody blues
03:31
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those ugly thoughts in that beautiful mind
the curves in our pace, the way we take each others time
as hard as we love the barricades remain
the more we smile at the dangers doesnt make them go away
I cant fix a thing
but I’m telling you
that I’m here for you
even though,
you got the homebody blues
there are days we deal with our shames
with hops dressed up in sugar canes
I cant make them disappear
we can drown our demons with our salty swill together
I cant fix a thing
but I’m telling you
that I’m here for you
even though,
you got the homebody blues
I want your darkness bursting out of mine
our over sensitivities bursting together in half time
in spite of the hard times
im still in love with whats inside of you
I cant fix a thing
but I’m telling you
that I’m here for you
even though,
you got the homebody blues
lets spend the day inside playing music to our mood
fuck all those folks who think that mental health is way too god damn crude
we’re just some bawdy humans searching for a space
and when we find it, we will know because it’s open to mistakes
I cant fix a thing
but I’m telling you
that I’m here for you
even though,
you got the homebody blues
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9. |
don't let it go
03:06
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Dont let it dont let it go
smoke the fume of her nicotines
stain your fingers with her stench
doesnt matter doesnt matter what you do
when your words fall into ashtrays
useless as your smoke
Once I knew but I in halves
so i keep travelling on this weary path
Once I knew but just in halves,
so I dont doubt that im half sung half run have hearted
Going down to the fires of hell
gonna find a saving grace to pull me out
our saving, will it be soft?
Captive in your whole embrace
sticky in your sexless weight
we knew it would last
Once I knew but I in halves
so i keep travelling on this weary path
Once I knew but just in halves,
so I dont doubt that im half sung half run have hearted
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10. |
sunk cost
05:09
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She was quick with a smile, quick with a joke
so fast to laugh, and so fast to go
she waited for her husband, waited hand and feet
and when he died, it felt like defeat
all 13 children were beauties and bright
indulgent and stubborn in their youthful sight
Wearing their blinders and stretching their skins
they turned into adults, what remained were the children
I don’t believe in heaven and I don’t believe in hell
but I do believe that she’s made her peace well
oooh oooh ooh oooooooooooooh
dum dee dee dee dum dee dee dee dum
she knew all of the faces and all of the dates
but tucked into her poetry, she left out the names
now that she’s older her life’s like a dream
in the chaos of living without her courtesies
she had the words in her mind but her jaw was left slack
sitting in a strangers home wondring how to get back
I don’t believe in heaven and I don’t believe in hell
but I do believe that she’s made her peace well
oooh oooh ooh oooooooooooooh
dum dee dee dee dum dee dee dee dum
Like a habit of humans she was old and withdrawn
her manners still mild
but her memories gone
She sits in a home, waiting for more
until the time comes that her saints are called for
I don’t believe in heaven and I don’t believe in hell
but I do believe that she’s made her peace well
oooh oooh ooh oooooooooooooh
dum dee dee dee dum dee dee dee dum
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roadcake Montreal, Québec
Unapologetically flawed, roadcake and her poetry talk often of; vice, anxiety, vulnerability, and dogma. Her warbling voice has been likened to honey and her vocal precision chisels the bones. As she sings of how she fits into this shady, chaotic world, she will work her cathartic magic on you till your skin is prickling and your souls are soothed. ... more
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