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Wheels
04:17
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Morning sunshine, misty haze
I couldn’t sleep a fit of rage
I dreamt of never finishing these songs
‘Cus I cannot seem to get things done
I’ll sit and wonder all day why my
Melodies and words don’t go along
Maybe someday I’ll wake up
One sip out my coffee cup
Hard working and I’ll power through these tunes
But now writing them’s impossible
When musing is improbable
Creative mind is blown out like a fuse
Cogs and wheels are turning
And they spin me round ‘till dizziness ensues
We were sailing towards the future
But the present’s everlasting in these shoes
I wouldn’t have another way
Prolonging this another day ‘till now
Need to find a catalyst or inspiration I can guess
That staring at my TV doesn’t help
Ride the passing time like it’s a tidal wave with eyes wide open
‘Cus this record isn’t gonna write itself
Cogs and wheels are turning
And they spin me round ‘till dizziness ensues
We were sailing towards our futures
But the present’s everlasting in these shoes
I wouldn’t have another way
Prolonging this another day
I couldn’t have another way
Prolonging this another day x2
As the mind does trips in circles
Soul and heart are far behind
Going crimson colored nowhere
Not for long, but not for long
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2. |
3 or 5 or 10
03:48
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Laying down, working clothes
Thinking about how little I know
Fingertips sore and torn
Don’t know if I’ll use them anymore
Smiling anxious terror
Barely nervous laughter
For my age I’m coming out to play
Not the last time I’ll hear them sing and laugh
Not all of my bridges burned
Always knew I’d be okay
Wonder if three or five or ten years down
They’ll still sing “Irene Goodnight”
Or “Ghost Chickens In The Sky”
Resume, interviews
Writing songs and singing to myself
Never knew solitude
Loneliness- it beckons when you miss them most
Smiling anxious terror
Barely nervous laughter
For my age I’m coming out to play
Not the last time I’ll hear them sing and laugh
Not all of my bridges burned
Always knew I’d be okay
Wonder if three or five or ten years down
They’ll still sing “Part of Your World”
Or “Ghost Chickens In The Sky”
Leaving comfort, knowing less than nothing about home
Unaware and unpredictable before the storm
And it burns me inside, and it rips me apart
It excites me alone; tears the strings of my heart
Plucking dissonant chords in unusual tones
Wouldn’t live without fear, it reduces me to
Smiling anxious terror
Barely nervous laughter
For my age I’m coming out to play
Not the last time I’ll hear them sing and laugh
Not all of my bridges burned
Always knew I’d be okay
Wonder if three or five or ten years down
They’ll still sing “The Circle Game”
Or “Ghost Chickens In The Sky”
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3. |
Droplets
02:54
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Tiny droplets of color fall
They’re unusual to see at all
Sigh relief, I need not worry anymore
Can’t remember the last time when
I was bumming out and sleeping in
Now it seems that things are falling into place
Suddenly I can’t define
The life I’m up to live behind
And it feels alright to move ahead
Quickly stride and don’t collide
With previous distractions- and only when
You lay me down, will my eyes shut
Only five years and two degrees
Broken shoulder and an olive tree
Life is swift; to comp the changes is a chore
Finding meaning in those I love
Being genuine and understood
Now it seems I might be figuring this out
Suddenly I can’t define
The life I’m up to live behind
And it feels alright to move ahead
Quickly stride and don’t collide
With previous distractions- and only when
You lay me down, will my eyes shut
Listening to myself at night
Feels like everything will be alright
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4. |
Home
03:44
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I can see your house from here
Overlooking everything from a desert of angels
Lookin’ through my photobook
Pages full of photographs, they are empty and trivial
And she runs…
It comes and it goes, I’m lying alone inside my head
Surrounded by light, mocking me ‘till I find my way
What is home, what is home, I can’t find out
What is home, what is home, I can’t find out
Boston’s always full of noise
Suburbs are a breath of air in a smoggy white haze
Maybe what is home to me
Somewhere I can contemplate in a meaningful silence
And she runs…
It comes and it goes, I’m lying alone inside my head
Surrounded by light, mocking me ‘till I find my way
What is home, what is home, I can’t find out
What is home, what is home, I can’t find out
Maybe all that you’re looking for
Are blurred distortions of what we’ve got
When you get there you’re already gone
And down and out in weeks, so what is home?
Maybe all that you’re looking for
are blurred distortions of what you’ve got
When you get there you’re already gone
And down and out
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5. |
Fill Me In (Demo)
02:48
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Sorting through old crumpled letters, tryna’ find your name
Hoping that it rides me over for another day
From my sleeve a blood red stain drips paintings on the floor
Patter falling in line to the songs you sang for me
When you’re gone, it’s just like staring
At the stars in total darkness
You feel so small, and unsubstantial
Won’t you come and fill me in
Love is like a tipping tower; it’s beautiful and strong
Every moment standing tall, collapse is just prolonged
It’s fragile nature tears our heartstrings in melancholy chords
And like love when it falls it will crush our dreams to dust
When you’re gone, it’s just like staring
At the stars in total darkness
You feel so small, so unsubstantial
Won’t you come and fill me in
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6. |
Silhouette (Demo)
03:51
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Suddenly I’m scared of what might happen
Overwhelmed by unplanned circumstance
Kinda feels like skyscrapers are crashing
Emptiness is imminent or sooner
If there’s something left it’s out to rot
Any kind of order is chaotic
Take a deep breath now
Slowly purge the old air from your lungs
Curl back your skin
Look at what’s inside
Sometimes when you feel lost
It’s almost like you’re missing vital parts
But you’re not quite gone
There’s still your silhouette
Call me when the darkness turns to brightness
With your eyes shut tight it’s hard to tell
Kinda feels like I might prefer blindness
Take a deep breath now
Slowly purge the old air from your lungs
Curl back your skin
Look at what’s inside
Sometimes when you feel lost
It’s almost like your missing vital parts
But you’re not quite gone
There’s still your silhouette
No you’re not quite gone
There’s still a silhouette
You’ll be ok
Better this way
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