1. |
introduction
03:50
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[griffin: "this is just the first thing i played upon picking up a banjo."
"wait, no. that's not right."]
seagull sounds and people downstairs
your heater comes on, hums at me
time runs still when light through windows dips the ceiling
you are sleeping
reset round the seasons wound on
springs they circle certainly
soon i’ll go but for the moment, i’m not leaving
you’re still sleeping
["oops"]
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2. |
song about a storm
05:46
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and a storm
burst through my bedroom door
it flooded my bedroom floor
and the rain came more
as the storm
ran out of room to pour
i grabbed at a broom for an oar
and i sailed for shore
baby
i’ve been trying so hard at change
but baby
the only way i found so far is to estrange
i’ve got to get out of this rain
that you keep in tow
and i’ve been learning
not to let you in from the cold
and the storm
it’s filling up fed the moat
i’ve been teaching my bed to float
teach it where to go
in your storm
i am fighting your ocean’s flow
i have bound myself to my boat
and now i must row
baby
there are so many things to now forget
and baby
there are some things not drowning yet
but i will shiver numb and wet
when your old winds blow
so i’ve been learning
not to let you in from the cold
in the storm
i have sailed across half the globe
and what little i have to show
for it’s sinking low
in your storm
but i will sternly hold out my hope
that someday soon off my bow
will swim a safe atoll
and baby
when it does, i’ll sing a song for land
and baby
i’ll build a house however long it stands
so the walls will line the sand
there to tell you no
'cause i’ve been learning
not to let you in from the cold
yeah, i’ve been learning
not to let you in from the cold
i’ve been learning, babe,
not to let you come home
i’ve been learning
not to let you in from the cold
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3. |
passage
02:39
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4. |
feel
04:03
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tell me what i’m allowed to say
and tell me what you felt, the other day
healthy is a wily game to play
but tell me, do you feel okay?
and tell me what i’m supposed to do
you’re the captain, babe, i look to you
tell me and i will follow through
if you tell me something true
you’ll say hey there, kid
that’s much too big
to put that weight on me
but hey there, kid
the future’s hid
we’ll just have to wait and see
so tell me how to open up my eyes
’til that day comes, babe, i’m newborn and blind
naïve, i will trust the course of time
i know you’re a friend of mine
through darkest glass
and tallest grass
we will go by feel
mumble and laugh
stumbling off the path
we will fumble and feel
forget my size, i
forget my name
in my mind, i’ve
a slighter frame, so
realize it’s
not my aim
if china’s crushed beneath my heel
as we go by feel
through darkest glass
and tallest grass
we will go by feel
mumble and laugh
stumbling off the path
we will go by feel
so speak aloud what i’m allowed to feel
speak aloud what i’m allowed to feel
speak aloud what i’m allowed to feel, feel, feel
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5. |
coral reef
02:23
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6. |
book of life
02:40
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in my life there are crumbles and cracks
in my life there are records and facts
in my life there are pages in black
in the stories we tell ourselves
in my life there are spaces i’ve been
in my life there are rooms i can see
in my life they are realer to me
than the stories we tell ourselves
i don’t know why i go to school
i don’t know what i’m trying to do
you are up to something different
and it seems so cool
for you
in my life there are crumbles and cracks
in my life there are records and facts
the water rises and blots out the maps
can you tell me what you’re going to do?
can you tell me what you’re going to do?
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7. |
tragedy ann
04:10
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take a tumble out of comfortable trouble
into raging wrack and rumble in the oceanic puddle
let it catch you in a bubble and the trouble, it will crumple
it’s a rag doll
so hold your head up, doll
make a raggedy stand
and when you smack the wall
you’re the one we’ll call
tragedy ann
everyone thinks they should
try to steal a hint of you
every conversation
will try to sneak an interview
and every word tonight
becomes the whirr of a knife
how can they come to you for comfort when they come for your life?
so hold your head up, doll
make a raggedy stand
and when you smack the wall
you’re the one we’ll call
tragedy ann
why do iron nettles
stick their metal into you?
do they put the pedal
to some meddling to do?
you got spurs and spikes
they turn to spurn and spite
but there’s a magnet in the cotton near your button sight
so hold your head up, doll
make a raggedy stand
and when you smack the wall
you’re the one we’ll call
tragedy ann
so take a tumble out of comfortable trouble into raging wrack and rumble in the oceanic puddle
let it catch you in a bubble and the trouble, it might double
rag doll stumbles through the jungle but the world will keep her humble
so hold your head up, doll
make a raggedy stand
and when you smack the wall
you’re the one we’ll call
when the night goes falling on the cold, dark land
so hold your head up, doll
make a raggedy stand
on the night you fall
you’re the one we’ll call
you know after all
we were born to crawl
hold your head up, doll
tragedy ann
hold your head up, doll
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8. |
surfing
03:16
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down the river
by the bay
the runoff splashes
and the trash is
washed away
where did all my friends go?
something has gone wrong
everybody’s gone surfing
everybody’s gone
california
californ-i-a
we played with matches
now the ashes
wash away
where did all my friends go?
what’s going on?
everybody’s gone surfing
everybody’s gone
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9. |
fairylights
02:41
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past celebration
in the gauzy, sweet-scent heliotrope
and the fire that flickers and bends
mid-conversation
at a quiet moment, i should say
that i value these moments with friends
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10. |
song for land (in time)
10:07
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sunset
the water’s on fire from out ‘cross the inlet
casting the lines of a wiry silhouette
catching the eyes with the reflected light
night sits
perched on the edge of the sunset’s horizon
searching for sailors to guide up the island
riding the line of the water and sky
and in the night
there is a bolt of light
and then the pouring rain
then the earth will slide
and the trees will lie
and the path will change
oceans
break on the shore, and it’s sure to be broken
sanded and worn by the constant commotion
all things must fall to erosion in time
and as the waters rise
o, i said that i
i would sing a song for land
and so many times
i have gone and tried
but it’s never long as planned
i know i’m going, but where do i go?
i know i’m going, but where do i go?
o, where do i go, o, where do i go?
i don’t know
where do i go?
i know i’m going, but where do i go?
i know i’m going, but where do i go?
o, where do i go, o, where do i go?
i don’t know
where do i go?
i know i’m going, but where do i go?
i know i’m going, but where do i go?
o, where do i go, o, where do i go?
i don’t know
where do i, where do i––
and you and i
have no choice but to dive
into the flow of the water, of time
and for our lives
that, we can’t deny
so i’ll just bid you good tide and goodbye
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