1. |
For an Echo
03:37
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You came unannounced
From out of nowhere
Stayed for a day
When I thought you’d said a year
Your rivers made me
Ashamed of my streams
And I wrote you off as a
Daydream
I’ll be your echo
And to you I’ll be bound
Won’t look up
But you’ll know I’m around
When I was seven you poured
Water on my hair
Unknowingly baptized in an
Old wicker chair
Read some lines from a book
That wasn’t yours
And told me that you love me
But you’re still keeping score
I’ll be your echo
And to you I’ll be bound
Won’t look up
But you’ll know I’m around
I’ll pay you back double
What you owe me
Confused and alone in your
Hospitality
Can’t get a rise
Out of me anymore
But I’ll stand here all night
Not knowing what for
I’ll be your echo
And to you I’ll be bound
Won’t look up
But you’ll know I’m around
I’ll be your echo
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2. |
I Look Like My Mother
03:35
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I’m collecting broken bottles to
Decorate my bed
And when that night breeze hits, my
Skin I’ll gladly shed
Build me out of
Sticks and concrete
Because I can’t find a home
In this body
If I was better made
Would I know my own name?
Whispers wander further
Than my voice would ever go
Echos in a sailboat
But the tide comes in too slow
Don’t confuse the quiet with the
Sound of defeat
I just can’t find a home
In the words I speak
If I was better made
Would I know my own name?
I look like my mother
We’re drawn with the same lines
And the burden that is her’s I see
Becoming mine
I’m afraid to be my father
I’m afraid to let him win
He couldn’t give a home to the
Kid I should’ve been
Come and take from me
The things that I lack
I’m tired of this bag
That never hits back
If I was better made
Would I know my name
If I was better made
Would I know my own name?
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3. |
In July
04:55
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Back home I hear that things are turned around
Pot was legalized and businesses shut down
But my mom says
She’s doing fine
She says she’s happy that I’ve got what I need
She hopes my sister will follow my lead
But she’s so young
She’ll figure it out before me
But I’ll be back in July
My dad tells me that my brother’s doing well
Six months out of prison and it’s like he never fell
But I know it’s just a
Matter of time
But I’ll be back in July
There was a while when things just hurt too much
And I would tell them it’s too hard to keep in touch
But things
They feel a little further now
But I’ll be back in July
Memories that traveled slower than my feet
Did eventually catch up to me
And I
I almost died
But I’ll be back in July
I’m doing fine here, got things worth fighting for
I’ve understood that’s not my home anymore
But I’m still going back
In July
I’ll see them all in July
Because I’ll be back in July
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4. |
Pt. 1
04:52
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Was is the bleed of my edges
That you couldn’t hold in
Or the crumbling bones
Hidden under my skin
Was it the safety of my patience
That made you come undone?
Was it my soft outline that
Made yours rough
Or my endlessness that
Wasn’t enough
Was I a beginning
You could never see?
Oh I wish you’d have told me
Did you point and laugh
At my naked back
At my reflection in your mirror
That’s old and cracked
Or was it just time
That you proved me right?
Is it the weight of the earth
From my grave that you dig
Did you tighten your grip
Just to lower me in
Was it the storm that I lack
That made you lose your grasp?
Oh I’m too afraid to ask
Did my tune that you hummed turn to
Dust on your tongue
And if I’d been smaller
Would you have ever bothered?
If id been heavy enough
To stop your drifting off
Would you still have burnt to ash
And left me in your collapse?
Was claiming rights to the story your
Idea of glory
If you’d believed your own words
How much worse would this hurt?
Did the ground under your feet become
Black boundless sea
Were the sharks still circling
When you woke up from your dream?
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5. |
Sunsick
04:42
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My eyes have been closed since spring
And they’ll stay shut until it’s winter again
Unwelcome light still gets in
Through my own paper eyelids
I lost my mind in the white of the sun
Undid everything I didn’t need undone
Left filling up the holes in my thoughts
Made by the heat and my own sense of loss
Dizzy, dancing noose
The light played tricks
Turned yellow sun to blues
And I’m sunsick
Unforgiving, exposed without grace
Blinded by the glare in your face
Reduce me to what you are shown
Words echoing inside breath and bone
Dizzy, dancing noose
The light played tricks
Turned yellow sun to blues
And I’m sunsick
I let the garden die
Nothing grows in ground this dry
Maybe I’ll cut my hair
Give the back of my neck some air
Dizzy, dancing noose
The light played tricks
Turned yellow sun to blues
And I’m sunsick
I’m sunsick
My eyes have been closed since spring
And they’ll stay shut until it’s winter again
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6. |
Shelf Life
03:25
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7. |
Pt. 2
04:28
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You picked up
What I put down
Didn’t ask for it
But took it anyhow
Forgot how much
My own body weighed
Can’t remember having
Anything interesting to say
I can’t afford to buy
Back the time that used to be on my side
Because I’ve already paid
And I’ve got nowhere else to stay
I’ll sleep tonight in the bed I’ve made
Left handed guitar
And a shovel under one arm
Said I’d better get
An early start
But I’ve been digging
Since we met
Haven’t hit anything
Solid yet
I can’t afford to buy
Back the time that used to be on my side
Because I’ve already paid
And I’ve got nowhere else to stay
I’ll sleep tonight in the bed I’ve made
Been calling myself names
I’d never call you
You said so much about her
Started to miss her too
I want a chapter
A part in the story
The things that you made yours
Aren’t mine anymore
I can’t afford to buy
Back the time that used to be on my side
Because I’ve already paid
And I’ve got nowhere else to stay
I’ll sleep tonight in the bed I’ve made
I can’t afford to buy
Back the time that used to be on my side
Because I’ve already paid
And I’ve got nowhere else to stay
I’ll sleep tonight in the bed I’ve made
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8. |
None of it Was Mine
03:23
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That band he showed me
It smelled like his hair
And I kept on listening
Long after he wasn’t there
I skinned my knuckles
Trying to hold on
And burned my fingertips on that
Same fucking song
And none of it was mine
I’ve moved myself from on cliche
To another
And I still can’t figure out
If it’s worth all the bother
To stay still long enough
That your roots start to take
Just to be ripped out again
And put on display
And none of it was mine
Nothing to my name
No wealth for him to claim
I left it all behind
‘Cause none of it was mine
I’ve never said enough
Without saying too much
Words don’t belong to me
You can look but you can’t touch
I didn’t ask for anything
Out of fear
But still he gave me a glimpse
Only to disappear
And he was never mine
Nothing to my name
No wealth for him to claim
I left it all behind
‘Cause none of it was mine
That band he showed me
Smelled like his hair
And I kept on listening
Long after he wasn’t there
And none of it was mine
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9. |
Self Help
03:49
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I’m not the woman
My dad wanted me to be
He thought I was special
For listening to jazz and not watching tv
But I’m not a poet
I can only replicate
And I’m not your friend
I’ve just learned to simulate
I’ll never read that self help book she gave me
But I won’t hesitate to tell you exactly what you need
And I’m not your daughter
Won’t look after you when you’re old
But I’ll still take those guitars you saved me
As your skin grows cold
The spite that made me cool
Was only a summer flame
Burnt by the setting sun
Didn’t know how to play your game
I should take up smoking, I’m obsessive enough
Why take care of my health if I don’t mind dying young
But they scared me with their stories
One drag and your dead
So I pretended not to notice
Mom lighting up behind the shed
Every cigarette
Makes her hate herself a little bit
But I can go tonight without drinking
So I don’t have a problem yet
I danced in your reflection and you did the same in mine
You made me in your image but it’s your version I don’t mind
I don’t mind
You called me a martyr, well
Maybe you had a point
Held my hand out to you
But couldn’t keep myself upright
But where’s the satisfaction
That comes with being better?
I just hate that I loved you
When to you I didn’t matter
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