1. |
Echolocating
03:29
|
|||
|
ECHOLOCATING
Telephone wires and color tv’s
Here comes the blind man looking for me
Echolocating the night is for hiding
Under the willows the stars are confiding
The fences are rotting into forever
We hit the woods, all of us together
Sun-blasted fields, our bodies a secret
We were trying so hard, so hard to keep it
Chorus:
We spun and we spun until the heaving
The clouds on a drunken carousel
Wish we were told before we were leaving
What we could ask for who we could tell
Bonfires and the pull of the stream
Boombox loaded up with our dreams
The lick of the flames, burn in the throat
We thought we could hit every note
The trees, the trees they tell us our stories
We test ourselves out at the quarries
Our voices are lost to the silence of granite
How could we know what we took for granted
Chorus
Bridge
We jump the brook and rob the thieves
Hang our devils from the trees
Our bodies a secret we try to keep
Here comes the blind man looking for me
Echolocating the night is for hiding
Under the willows the stars confiding
|
||||
2. |
Holding My Breath
04:37
|
|||
|
Holding My Breath
Another half-glass of Scotch down the sink again
I don’t wanna go too far
I promise to remember just who I am
If you promise to remember just who you are
Kneeling in the flowerbed
Pulling weeds, your red dress on
I’m trying to stay out of me head
Lord knows I’ve been there far too long
Chorus
You said there were other worlds
where we would meet again
I said that thought was beautiful
but I wouldn’t hold my breath
No, I wouldn’t hold my breath
Searching birds for messages
From my quarrel with the sky
Summer clouds are children’s sketches
How they make me want to try
To hold you closer than my arrogance
Trust in what you believe
For what is love but innocence
with too much to lose to leave
Chorus
Chorus II
Closing my eyes, my arms are wide
Holding my breath like a little child
Repeat
|
||||
3. |
Heavy on a String
03:24
|
|||
|
Heavy on a String
I saw you and Marguerite on the bridge
April’s here and the boats are coming in
My thoughts are thick; my hope is thin
I saw you and Marguerite on the bridge
The birds are coming around again
I tell my secrets to the wind
Too many lies as sharp as pins
The birds are coming around again
I saw you and Marguerite on the bridge
April’s here and the boats are coming in
My thoughts are thick; my hope is thin…
Spring is swinging in
Heavy on a string…
|
||||
4. |
Noir
01:58
|
|||
|
Noir
I thought that I could find a way inside
Something to make it right
But the deeper that I looked in
My mind’s cop was crooked
He set the hook and I took it
He set the hook and I took it
Maybe I’ll just stop looking
Maybe I’ll just stop looking
|
||||
5. |
Dance With Me
03:19
|
|||
|
Dance with Me
I look into the mirror
I want to change my hair
Maybe something shorter
to post on Instagram
Maybe find another job
maybe that feeling I’ve lost
maybe meet some friends
or maybe just pretend
Chorus:
Listen to me; don’t listen to me X4
I was told my father died
When I was just a little girl
My mother said is heart
was too big for this world
I was young and angry once
I called myself a punk
I try to find those old ideals
smothered all these years
Chorus:
Talk to me; Don’t talk to me X4
I read in bed until my eyes
Flutter across the page
I finish off the glass of wine
and gently drift away
I remember my high school prom
I was buzzing from the schnapps
How my date was high on coke
how I thought it all a joke
Chorus:
Dance with me; Don’t dance with me X3
Dance with me; please dance with me
|
||||
6. |
Heather
03:11
|
|||
|
Heather
Heather, don’t make me a liar
Heather, don’t make me a liar
You’re swaying up there
Too high on your wire
Heather don’t make me a liar
I’m down here stitching nets together
while your arms are growing feathers
I’m down here stitching nets together
Our friends are placing bets, Heather
When we first met you said you didn’t need me
Looked into my eyes and said you couldn’t read me
But you always knew just what you wanted
Your words are hollow now; your words are haunted
You always kept me safely in the darkness
You said it was me, that you didn’t start this
But you always knew just what you wanted
Your words are hollow now; your words are haunted
|
||||
7. |
Archaeology
05:18
|
|||
|
ARCHAEOLOLOGY
When they dig up our bones
and study our homes
will they ever find
our troubled minds
When they dig up our bones
and study our homes
will they sift through the shards
of our broken hearts
Chorus I
Keep your distance
We’ll be our own witness
X2
When they dig up our bones
and study our homes
will our memory clouds
be our only shrouds
When they dig up our bones
and study our homes
will our broken cells
have a tale to tell
Chorus I
When they dig up our bones
and study our homes
will they ever note
the songs we wrote
When they dig up our bones
and study our homes
will they ever see
you and me
Chorus II
Archaeology
No Apologies
X3
Archaeology
is our theology
|
||||
8. |
Dance With Me (Club Mix)
03:04
|
|||
|
Dance with Me
I look into the mirror
I want to change my hair
Maybe something shorter
to post on Instagram
Maybe find another job
maybe that feeling I’ve lost
maybe meet some friends
or maybe just pretend
Chorus:
Listen to me; don’t listen to me X4
I was told my father died
When I was just a little girl
My mother said is heart
was too big for this world
I was young and angry once
I called myself a punk
I try to find those old ideals
smothered all these years
Chorus:
Talk to me; Don’t talk to me X4
I read in bed until my eyes
Flutter across the page
I finish off the glass of wine
and gently drift away
I remember my high school prom
I was buzzing from the schnapps
How my date was high on coke
how I thought it all a joke
Chorus:
Dance with me; Don’t dance with me X3
Dance with me; please dance with me
|
||||
burst & bloom records Maine
Burst & Bloom is a small, independent record label and book publisher based in Kittery and Bath, ME.
burst & bloom records recommends:
Squirrel In The Garden
by Dylan Earl
True Love. Real country.
go to album
Only the best. UNBUNNY.
go to albumIf you like The Hook, you may also like:
supported by 5 fans who also own “The Hook”
go to album
Exquisitely crafted indie rock that examines the pains of growing older.
go to album
The artist formerly known as Jasper Lotti creates a dystopian pop world on their latest album.
go to album
This sophomore project by singer and producer Jasper Lotti tackles the cycles of love and death.
go to album
