1. |
Completely Free
02:18
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2. |
Hermitage
05:14
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sorry to wake you,
oh I know that I should be ashamed
saw through the window you had
too much to eat all on your own
but I am always eating alone
parting shots
another half pint of whiskey before I go
like some half-mad prince
who's steelin the nerve
to start liftin a curse
so tell me, tell me,
queen of all mirrors,
do you believe when I call you
the fairest of all
watch my shot go wide
as a kite in the wind
swing and a miss
here I go
another standard
lunar landing,
through hundreds of miles
of glide slope lights
and I could stay up here forever,
I'll take my time,
til everyone I know
forgets my me my mine
I'll give my dead name up
to a dead world
my dead name up
to a dead, dead world
and you can mark my wrists
with all I've lost
you'll leave them clear,
unscarred, and soft
you can mark my wrists
with all I've lost
you'll leave them bared,
unscarred, and soft
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3. |
Lord of the Woods
03:10
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wounds don't heal
like they used to
you should have seen me
when I was
lord of the woods.
why shouldn't I
have claimed it for my own?
no one was around -
I was in control
I was in control.
dead of winter,
leave the tent.
left fifteen paces.
left again.
do my business.
twenty back.
again -
ruled over my own paradise
I hear it beating
through the plexiglass
the brilliant man, the brilliant villain
walked up to heaven,
they dragged him back,
they dragged him back
was he crazy?
was he crazy?
was I crazy?
or content -
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4. |
Laughing Loon
03:04
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nervous men
in orange jackets
thin as wires
gathering current
in their pacing
and I'm among them,
and I'm alone
you asked how I sleep,
I stole, I was a thief,
you asked how I sleep,
little, and uneasy
let's pretend
I'm some telemarketer
you'll never have to touch
life of my own
easier to think
you don't know
that I live in a spare room
of my own heart
a spare room of my own
heart's halls
where I've been tryin to see joy
as an act of rebellion
whimsy as a gauntlet thrown
here's a joke:
technically, it's enough
water for a lifetime
if I stand in the rain
with my mouth open til I drown -
swing and a miss
amiss, amiss, somethin's amiss
amiss, amiss, shoot wild for me and miss
though I'll take another shot of rye
if you're buyin this time.
I used to be the feeling
of a childhood nightmare
dispersed in the light,
absurd but hard to shake,
hard to shake, hard to shake, hard to shake -
couldn't I be
somebody's good dream
just once?
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5. |
Correspondence
03:45
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the thing I like
about words on paper
is they too rot
and deteriorate
and for that ruin
I've come to know them
as alive
alive
but the danger of a
diary's daily dalliance
is it keeps track of everything
I am, and I've been, and I will be
so I can walk
out on a dead world
so I can walk
out on a dead world
where a half moon's
half as much light as I need
to open an old truck
long rusted shut
keeping the keys, like an
underwater letter opener
left by one liar
for the other
waiting obediently
dogged at the door
for correspondence
to give it purpose.
I am ruining this,
I am ruining this,
I am running the water over the mirrors
I am ruining this,
I am ruining this,
I am running my hands over your soft words again
so if you see me,
don't say hello -
I'm afraid of my own greed
my miser's hands grow crooked
around your easy speech
I am ruining this,
I am ruining this,
I am running the water over the mirrors
I am ruining this,
I am ruining this,
I am running my hands over your soft words again
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6. |
Hiker
03:31
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[instrumental]
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7. |
Fink
03:07
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I'm tempted to say,
"nothing personal"
but these
kinds of things
are always personal
go home
to your wife and children
this story'd be better
if it went unwritten
there isn’t nearly enough
nothin
in this world anymore
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8. |
Lilac Season
03:39
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when I heard seagulls,
they sounded like my children
when I heard ducks
they sounded like old men arguin
when I heard chickadees
I knew it was lilac season
and after a bad winter
all I could think was "I'm alive"
alive
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9. |
Lady of the Woods
04:22
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half moon mirror,
how am I supposed to know you
half moon mirror,
how am I supposed to cross you
am I at peace,
am I a piece,
am I in pieces,
am I comin to peace with it
half moon mirror,
how am I supposed to show you
half moon mirror,
how am I supposed to cross you
how
can I describe
what it was like
to be
completely free?
completely free.
maybe it's enough
to finally be
(as if anything is)
anything does
anything else
maybe it's enough
to finally be
(as if anything is)
anything does
anything else
how can I
describe
what it was like
to be
completely free?
just get enough sleep
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