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Bossa Nova
03:35
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You say that sometimes you feel like you're not really living, you're just watching someone else's life
I know just what you mean, it's so easy to just sit back and let it all go by
There's ants in all the kitchen cupboards and I can't stand to kill another
You are at the Mayan Ruins and I have no idea what I'm doing
In Turkey you don't need to talk to anyone about anything because they already know
Unlike here, where with your doubts and your fears you can just get so alone that it all makes sense
I think maybe I think about it much more than I think I do
I forgot my best friend's face and woke up in a holy place
Choral singing from the shower, I've been lying here for hours
And I'm wishing the summer away
I thought all I wanted was a simple life, but I just can't resist the strife
If I ever get back to what I'm saying
And I'm wishing the summer away
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Portrait
04:20
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I tried drawing a portrait of a woman I know
I got half way through it and just gave up
Whether I got bored of drawing or I got bored of her
I don't know, will it ever be enough?
Now it sits in a drawer in a closed sketchbook
Half a face without hair, I can never bring myself to look
Would it move me the same? Would I even care?
It tortures me to know that it just sits in there
I've worn out the pavement between my house and hers
And I've counted the footsteps to her door
I saw her today for the first time in six weeks
She's changed her hair, it made no difference to me
I recognised that right eye, that top lip, and that nose
And the outline of that right cheekbone
I remembered a drawing in a book in a drawer
I remembered that I hadn't drawn any more
And I realised then, why I'd had to stop
Half of her was more than enough
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Peace in the Dark
05:39
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My love is pragmatic
My love is restrained
It keeps me safe and keeps me sane
And scarcely raises a complaint
When I feel like I'm drowning
With no sign of my home land
Like I jumped overboard just to see if I could swim
My love throws me a ring
From atop the tallest pine tree
Looking down on what we know
Where fires burn and people dance
I wonder if any of them believe in romance
Above a silver moon shines
And it fills my head with thoughts
Of you, and our love
And a thousand habits formed
But there's a feeling I remember
That I can't put into words
But I heard it in her voice that night
As she spoke
So innocent
And I wonder
Is yours like hers?
A love so fierce it's childlike
Can't be there all the time
Ebb and flow; the moon moves through the sky
Invisible in the daytime
Ever faithful moves the tide
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Hippie Shakedown
05:51
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I watched a galaxy of dust expand in the golden streams that came through the pane, lay on the rug, and tried my best to think of anything but my name
We're connected, you and me, like all the creatures in the sea, and all these separate entities are only in your mind
There are buildings and places you're written in to
Like every other molecule as good as belongs to you
How can you rely so positively on something so malleable as memory
You see I deal in uncertainty, I'm ruled by a fear that's always controlling me, it's what keeps me here: I might be wrong
Wah-ooh wah-ooh wah-ooh wah-ooh
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James Ewan Tait Sheffield, UK
Awkward crooner and noise enthusiast
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