1. |
Flame Out
04:15
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I’ve been all around
I've been up and down
Every sorry street till I found
All the little secrets in this town
You see, I've held the door
For both rich and poor
I've heard their sorry sighs a million times
You’d think they’re marching off to war
Someone told me once
That I should lighten up
I took a breath into my lungs
And meant to say “I'm lighter than the sun”
But then I just breathed out
All I did was just breath out
Now beauty’s there
She does her hair
She’s standing right in front of me
She wants me and she needs me and I'm just scared
The sun is peeking in
And I'm just sneaking in
A look at her, she lays asleep
I never cared if I was strong till I was weak
I surprise myself
Now I find myself
Getting past the age I never thought
That I would make it to alive
I wanted to flame out
I wanted to flame out
So now I'm riding out
I'm timing out
The seconds and the minutes and the hours
As they trickle by me now
The days are long
But I'm getting on
And I'm holding onto her and holding on
And holding her and holding on
I once heard a song
It wasn't long
I heard it in the hills and it was shrill
But beautiful and it was gone
I wanted to reach out
I wanted to reach out
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2. |
Silver Lining
03:53
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There's a stairway
In my dreams
That's neverending
And I keep climbing
And I'm scared
Of what it means
To be ascending
But never finding
Who I
Who I
I am
There's a scene
That makes me cry
In every movie
That's ever showing
On that screen
That never dies
I find the truth
Never knowing
Who I
Who I
I am
There's a light
That hurts my eyes
That's always burning
A silver lining
In the face of the night
As she cries
I'm always learning
But never finding
Who I
Who I
I am
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3. |
Butterfly Kisses
04:01
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To laugh is so lovely
A scratch at this ugly
Fresh hell, sweeps away a dust bunny
I guess this is our home, honey
When it’s life and death
The living is lonely
Without the occasional giggle
I’m up and down like empires
I come in with peace and out with fire
I’m not well but at least I’m inspired
It’s something about the way I’m wired
When it’s life and death
The living is easy
With the occasional prickle
I try not to be a bummer
I fly, I'm not like all the other
Guys with shivered hearts trying to be lovers
I go before I go under
When it’s life and death
Death is unholy
Unless it tickles
Like butterfly kisses
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4. |
Seasoning My Pans Again
02:01
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I'm seasoning my pans again
Thinkin bout the ways
I'm not yet a man again
The stubble on my chin
Is just stubble
And my heart
Pops like a bubble
I'm seasoning my pans again
Thinkin about things
I don't understand again
And the cars on the road
Sound like oceans
And it's subtle
Like my hope is
I'm seasoning my pans again
I'm filling this house up
With smoke again
And it's trippy
Like a sunrise or a hypercube
And I'm counting the ways
That I feel close to you
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5. |
Where the Heart Is
02:51
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Is home where we started
Or is it where we go
They say home is where the heart is
But where the heart is
I don't know
Gone is the summer
Going is the sun
Morning is a runner
But night’s a comer
And here it comes
The sky is turning black now
I'm lost and I'm losing track now
Is it too late to go back now
And where is that for me
Bird, why are you trying
You’re all alone against the wind
Wherever you’re flying
You only fly
Away again
The sky is turning black now
I'm lost and I'm losing track now
Is it too late to go back now
And where is that for me
Is home where we started
Or is it where we go
They say home is where the heart is
But where the heart is
I don't know
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6. |
Both Ways
03:49
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I thought that arms could never hold me
That a star burns brighter when it’s lonely
That I’d only go as far as darkness pulls me
But I guess that was the old me
I liked it better when I was laughing
When the game was just a game without the crashing
Playing games was easier than acting
But now I know the game is what I'm trapped in
I wanted music
I wanted dancing
I wanted silence
I wanted everything
I wanted no ways
I wanted both ways
I wanted all ways
I wanted everything
Now show me what I'm after
If I take a step I might be stepping backwards
And I'm not sure it even matters
If I stay a step ahead of disaster
I wanted music
I wanted dancing
I wanted silence
I wanted everything
I wanted no ways
I wanted both ways
I wanted all ways
I wanted everything
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7. |
The Kaleidoscope
03:42
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Belt down this phantom limb
Melt down this shadow into steam
It’s just a dream
Honest to god
I don’t believe in god anymore
String up a moonbeam like
A wing of a butterfly and flit
It’s just a trick
The hand is real
But sleight of hand ain't real no more
A ruin casts the shadow of a city of gold
A stick casts the shadow of a tree
The shadow of a thing is more pretty I'm told
But you don’t have to tell me
I’m wild and weak not wise
A child rubbing his eyes to see
Not just to see
The kaleidoscope
I wash my hands with soap anymore
A ruin casts the shadow of a city of gold
A stick casts the shadow of a tree
The shadow of a thing is more pretty I'm told
But you don’t have to tell me
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8. |
Like You Always Will
01:34
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You told me
You were going
To leave
In the night
Just for the night
You never did say
Where you were going
And you never did go
You hold me
Till you know that
It's only the morning
That's coming in
Like it always will be
Like you always will
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