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My God, How Human
03:02
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My God, just how human can you get?
You stand at my right hand as if you understand me
You say you’re sorry
My God, how sensational the afterthought
My dirt and your turning, my pulse and your reading
My death and your firm belief, the mystery
My God, just how human can you get?
My God, benevolence is childlike
In its violence and its chaos, its wisdom and its madness
Its appetite insatiable, born in a hospital
My God, just how human can you get?
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2. |
Jesus Was a Sailor
04:22
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I was born on the back of a carrier pigeon
When I’m vaguely asked whose shoes I fill
I say “sorry kind sir, but who the hell are you thinking you are??”
I am a vigilante man who leads a band and doesn’t care about
All the pretty people kissing up and trying to see in my head
They’re in my head; they’re in my head
Can’t be certain if the nurse it trying to heal me or concealing a weapon
A nice one, she’s licensed they said
As they lowered my body into cold, cold water and ran
They rented camels at Christmas for $2600
The pageant was endless; the soundtrack is stuck in my head
Stuck in my head; stuck in my head
I am yours for free! All you gotta do is notice me
I’ll bring you home again, please come home again; please come home again
I was a sailor back then just trying to mail you a package
With a little note to tell you that our love could be endless
But I never could find the right office that would do it for free
I was a rambling boy mixing up my dates
And it nearly had me killed until I wound up saving myself
Please don’t ask for help; please don’t ask for help
I am yours for free! All you gotta do is count on me!
I’ll bring you home again, please come home again; please come home again
There’s never room in the budget for a dude like me
I’ll put my whole life’s worth into your company
There isn’t profit in a bid that’s simply trying to make the enemy smile
I had smiled at the woman getting water like a trophy of innocence
I saw right through that shit; we became friends
Now she’s stuck in my head, she’s stuck in my head
I am yours for free! All you gotta do is follow me
I’ll bring you home again, please come home again; please come home again
I was born on the back of a carrier pigeon
When I’m vaguely asked whose shoes I fill
I say “sorry kind sir, but who the hell are you thinking you are??”
I am a vigilante man who leads a band and doesn’t care about
All the pretty people kissing up and trying to see in my head
They’re in my head; they’re in my head
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3. |
Hope, You Whore
04:44
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As an outline of a daydream, had you only loved me that way
Could’ve told me; I would’ve understood
To the rhythm of your interest, I will easily unfold
And make you promise to remember me as good
As the day pours into nighttime
With the sweat atop your skin so brightly gleaming
I will heave a heavy sigh
You’re the torrent in this rainstorm
Left me soaked, but what is more
Hope looks a fool now, she’s an ever-loving whore
You promised me the earth, that’s what you gave me
A pretty little box of constant gravity
And hope, she’s left too sore to even argue
Hope you whore, hope you whore (whispered)/ whoosh into next verse
Hear the whisper of the turnpike
In the middle of a midnight drive, you swerve as I convince you to slow down
I say baby, don’t you worry, I just wanted someone near me
Someone breathing, unbelieving, bound to die
You’d warned me quite precisely of your offering
That bitter little box of constant gravity
condolence is too swollen now to argue
Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
We will meet there at the fulcrum
Though I’m shaky I will hold you down
Command that you spill what I am to do
On the one hand you’re my killer
On the other I still dream of you
Forgiveness treats us kindest when it’s new
You’d promised me exactly what you gave me
A pretty little box of constant gravity
And hope, she’s left too sore to even argue
Hope you whore, hope you whore, hope you whore
In an elegy of silence, the tornado of your violent ways
Won’t hesitate to lose me from its grip
I’ll be thrown out to the shoreline
Where the sand and sea meet every time
Eroding one another by the wind
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4. |
Hope is a Human
05:07
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Hope is a human, a wise undoing
Says “you’ll get through this, baby”
I’ve been crying to laugh these days
Hope’s got a gentle gaze, and she’s been painting me
In new light; a blessed child
A body wild and free
A figure fit to carry me
I stand her last disciple
Unfit to cycle through the throes of loving someone
So when I least expect it
Hope and her gentleness sneak up behind me
Stand in moonlight, yells back "the water’s fine"
Her body wild and free; a figure fit to carry me
Yes hope’s the whore I go to
She walks me through it all
Wise cracks and smacks me down
Right to the bed that I had lain there with you
Screws her own gentleness and leaves me wide eyed, guessing
For she's a sworn off angel
In all her carelessness she’ll leave you blistering
And high, as if recycled
A faithful know it all; a creature basking in the
New light; a blessed child
A body wild and free; a figure fit to carry me
Yes, hope sure is a human
She’s warm and glistening, I climb into her skin
See in light a blessed child, a body wild and free
A figure fit to carry me
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You eat or you get eaten; you jump or you get jumped
And behind the weary curtain is a loving whore called hope
She’s rambunctious as a tiger, always tearing holes in things
Leaving hearts so wide and gaping, one is useless but to sing
Sing of love or of betrayal, doesn’t matter, she is there
Behind every disappointment, behind every hook and snare
She’ll embrace you for a moment, then she’ll turn and kill the mood
With some heinous imposition, like “I thought you understood”
But you couldn’t seek to hurt her, for she’s gentle as a dove
She’s within the every smile of the humans that you love
She is homesick but resilient; she is cunning as she’s cruel
She’ll remind you of your freedom as she’s spelling out her rules
One: you eat or you get eaten, two: you jump or you get jumped
The deceiver and deceived are at the table talking shop
Just as Judas turns to Jesus, hope flies off the dirty scene
Saying “good luck sorting this one, I will see you in between”
How she’s loved and how she’s hated, but sought after all the same
I cave in and go a-knocking when I think that I’m to blame
For the silly things that hearts do, when there’s no way to explain
Why his love has dissipated, or goes by another name
We eat and we are eaten, jointly nourished and consumed
We are patient while we’re able, later selfish and then cruel
We are helpless as a newborn and then hungry as a dog
And then wounded as a nightingale who never found her song
When I find I’m at the table with my brethren, talking shop
She’s the wisest one among us, yes our kind, deceitful hope
Just as she brought us together, she must tear us now apart
With our dreams and our decisions, we are brought back to the start
You eat or you get eaten, as you jump or you get jumped
And behind that scarlet curtain is a loving whore called hope
She says “I am just a human, bound to fall towards anything
Much like you my heart is gaping, I am useless but to sing”
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6. |
Overs
03:11
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I don’t wanna be alone, but I don’t wanna be together anymore
Your lips, your lips they’re parting
I don’t wanna know the risk of starting
Over again; over again
I wanna ride this tide in; I wanna recognize its meaning
I find the price of living heightens itself when I start giving
Over again; over again
I wanna take you swimming, out to an island, there you’ll believe
It’s true I could love you better
Too bad we can’t stay together
But I wanna go down trying; sober myself despite my dying
Over again; over again
I don’t wanna be alone, but I know we can’t stay like this anymore
Your lips, your lips they quiver
I wanna fish out in this river
Over again; over again
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7. |
Life's So Fun
04:59
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Life’s so fun! It’s the best game
One big weekend— life’s so fun
You’re the one I always go to
When I need some love, you’re the one
There is time enough to run
There is always time to run
Life is grand; just inherent in its mystery
You keep me company!
And say such comforting things in moment I am in need
Like, “why are you thinking about it so hard??”
There is always time to take control of yourself
And always time to run
Life’s so fun, quite like jump rope
You dive in with the hope you won’t get hurt
Loosen up, you said quietly
You know I love you, why do you doubt me?
There is always time to take control
Of the self you give right up
On the brink of insanity, you throw it all out for love
But there’s always time to run!
Life’s so fun, with and without you
The one I go to in need of hope
She gets right down on one knee
She says “now don’t you make me plead!
Let’s have a baby! Let’s do it all by the book”
TIME! ENOUGH! RUN!
Time, enough, run
Time, enough, run
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I wanna feel something; wanna run
I wanna get back to where I’m coming from
I wanna walk like Jesus on the water
If just to get the old band back together
I wanna feel right, I wanna waste your time
I wanna hold you in my arms and take rest in your mind
I want the still light to catch me by surprise
And say a prayer for nearly nothing
I wanna hope in a good that isn’t lonely
I want the steady wind to be the arms that hold me
I wanna climb the tree that looks over everything
And proclaim it’s all love overflowing
I wanna hope in a God that holds me on the line
I wanna hold him in my arms and take rest in his mind
I want the still light to catch me by surprise
Saying a prayer for nearly nothing
I want the whole damn cycle in a day
I want the crowded chaos to up and fade
Into a routine rhythm of just staying put
Inside the tried and trusted, tested good
I wanna feel right I wanna waste your time
I wanna hold you in my arms and take rest in your mind
I want the still light to catch me by surprise
Saying a prayer for nearly nothing
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9. |
That's Not Love
05:51
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When you’re feeling kind it’s like most of my mind goes down the drain
And half of my heart tears like a raindrop steadily pulled across the window pane
Of course I see it! And when I’m alone it’s been decided
You had wanted me quite like a dog wants
Fresh meat and a pat on the head
That’s not love, that is an elegy
We’re not making history when you turn and say
That what you’ve done was of care for me
That’s not love! Love does not hold you as you twist
Plug you with images far from comforting
Leave you there grimacing as the spirit sings out
“That’s not love”
When I’m feeling high, I flash back to riding waves of joy
With you at the helm I could just lean back
And sink into watching you try to carry me
Lord, I’m heavy; Lord, I’ve been weighing myself down
Lord I have knocked on every door and no one’s answering!
You’re not listening
And that’s not love, that is an elegy
You’re not making history when you turn and say
That what you’ve done was of care for me
That’s not love! Love does not hold you as you twist
Plug you with images far from comforting
Leave you there grimacing as the spirit sings out
“That’s not love”
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10. |
Saudades (Over Now)
06:46
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On Tuesdays I get high and think of all the blessed times we spent together
Friends will come and go, they said, don’t waste your time in prayer for fairer weather
In moments of my grieving, there are finer thoughts I always finally come to
That wicked is the mind which comes undone in bitter longing to remember
I sear I could’ve loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder
Longer, stronger, with more skin
That’s over now, for things are just beginning
When I’m needing more, hope is the loving whore that I can always go to
She doesn’t mind at all to hear about the lonely troubles I run into
“Don’t worry, she says, baby, you’ll be fine”
And it is often I believe her
But then she leaves me dry and so I send my wicked mind to go and find her
Saying I could’ve loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder
Longer, stronger with more skin, that’s over now
For things are just beginning
“Don’t worry,” she says, “baby, you will be fine!”
But hope I am not good with numbers
In the worst of my destruction, all my feelings well up in me near eruption
I will burst or I will hurt myself before I let you know of what you mean to me
There are no words, at least none that I have heard
That would do proper justice to your every beauty
I swear I could’ve loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder
Longer, stronger, with more skin
That’s over now; for things are just beginning
I receive you like a dream, and then let go, for all I know is getting better
And wicked is the mind which has resigned itself to pine for fairer weather
Perhaps I could’ve loved you better, kinder, wiser
But I’m getting older, living
So I’m giving over now, and into the beginning
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