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Desaturated
05:06
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Pills won't make this go
But armwarmers and long sleeves might
Oh the letters to myself are all
Written on top of each other year after year
I reckon there is still place I could use to tell more news
And when the black covers the white
And the paint hides the scars
Will I stop defining who I am by where I had to start?
Words won't make this right
What are words if i don't feel like speaking?
What are milestones if goals are unclear?
And one foot in front of the other sounds like a plan
Wherever it may take us can I fake wanting to stay?
A bird would break its wing
And heal and fly again
How come that simple things
Are the trickiest to learn
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2. |
Scorpions And Frogs
04:00
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Instead of cats and dogs may it rain scorpions and frogs
Instead of raining water may it rain
Blood and mud and pitch and fire
Any nightmare would do
I'm in love with bad dreams
Let it rain
Twinkle and twitch little star don't look down
I'm afraid our eye contact will put your little light out
And the night will prevail, every flower will wither
On second thought let the world fall apart
May sticks and stones break our bones
May sticks and stones rain down and demolish our homes
Roses are red and violets are blue
How much damage would I do if wishes came true
But then again what can a little of an eye for an eye do
To a world that's long blind
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Hey where’s that sun I’ve once seen
Hey where’s that bell I’ve once heard
Hey where’s that feeling of being content
That I once have felt and let go
Hey where’s that word I’ve once known
Hey where’s that choice I’ve once had
Hey where are those many emergency exits
When I have long stumbled past all
Hey where’s that air I exhaled
Hey where’s that liquid I bled
Hey where’s that direction and where’s that thread
I chose not to follow, my friend
Hey where’s that train I watched leave
Hey where’s that glass I watched fall
Hey where’s that hand that I watched extend
Towards me but chose to ignore
Where's that leap of faith when I'm ready for it
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Mud
04:30
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Here’s the morning with no light
Here’s the day that looks like night
And here’s the night when it feels nice to give the feeding hand a bite
Here’s the name that’s worth a fight
Here’s the heart that feels alright
And here’s all wrongs that we feel justified to do within eyesight
Where’s the murdering hand of god
Trumping us back in the mud
Where we came from and where we all shall go when our throats are cut
Where’s the fire that we long for
Where’s the funeral pyre we’re born for
Can we speed this process up a bit, it’d be really nice to stop
Within us
A black plague grows
And with us
It spreads and flows
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5. |
Nowhere Bound
04:20
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If they put me into a spaceship nowhere bound
Would a lullaby put me to sleep for a billion years
If I woke up late for Earth to even still be somewhere
Would I soon forget it and
Would I find my home among the stars
If I ended up on a distant world unknown and strange
Would its weird creatures welcome me, could we be friends
If I fell in love with a lizard or a walking tree
Would it be afraid of me
A remnant of a world long gone
Would it be better if my ship malfunctioned and fell from the sky
I would laugh on my way down
Sparkling exploding and burning bright
I’d cut the sky in half
I would be the most beautiful fireworks this world has seen
As I fall down
Would some monster wish upon me
I’d be happy to be a shooting star
Scratching across the night sky
As I touch down
In one of the unnamed deserts
I’d be happy if I scatter far enough
For some other story to start
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6. |
Questions
04:56
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If I keep going will I find the rhythm I used to keep
If I keep walking will the ocean seem to be less deep
If I keep asking questions will I outvoice the rain
If I am shattered can I fix myself with a band aid
My anger will pick me up
I've given up my legs for a non-motorized wheelchair
I've given up the blood I had, I've given up the air
If I forget how I used to breathe, will I learn to hold out
If I learn to breathe underwater, will resurfacing be hard
Does this beating sound count for a heartbeat
If the beating's self-inflicted
If I keep moving forward as a self-mutilating freak
Can I be called a stronger man?
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Spiral
07:55
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Watch me stumble going in circles
Watch me lose a part of myself with every turn
Watch me sink with every loop of this spiral
Watch me fade and die every time a little
Watch me fall into the same patterns and think I am breaking them
Watch me make the same little choices that make the same difference
Again watch me excel at what cripples me every time
Again watch me try to choose right and fail at that
Point me where I have not been yet
Some place I’ve never tried
Point me where I might snap out of it
And stop going counter-clockwise
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Where Monsters Go
05:30
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Where all monsters go to die I’ll go
And lay my head among the flowers and the carcasses of things like me
There among the lonely and the tired
I’ll find my place and patiently I’ll wait until the end of time
Where all monsters go to die I’ll go
And where all winds are dead and every single flower blossoms white
There I’ll find my peace in sitting still
Until inch by inch year after year I finally turn to stone
And my black armor turns to dust
And falls in flakes under my feet
Isn’t heart a muscle to be trained
Or is it but a bullet to pray for
And my unfinished story will
Become a bitter fairytale
Isn’t heart a muscle to be trained
Or is it but a burning torch you pray won’t go out
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