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Let it Sway
07:07
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Let it sway...
In your head...
Back and fourth...
Be it now...
Be it then...
Be at ease...
Don't Forget...
You can breathe...
Let yourself relax...
Be...
(Hear the sound) Hush love you know nothing
(Of gentle time) will always tell
(Think of nothing) more than you can handle
(Let your eyes) I tried so hard to
(Be at ease) easy to ignore
(Time will pass) and leave you clawing at the door...
Don't Forget...
You can breathe...
Let yourself relax...
Be...
In a time of sudden doubt, you are sure, you are free.
Innocent, you are loved. What's to question? Nothing's wrong...
Now it's time...
to unwind...
don't rely....
on selfish curiosity....
you will die...
from that greed...
don't be a fool...
you are loved...
be...
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Spinning Circles, the gods have come to sing their northern songs. I’m trying so desperately to fill the empty space, but it won’t part. This has always already occurred.
Gleaming, silver crucifix, the Sofo spills dark blood of creatures who would give themselves to quench the thirst of spirits in the dark. Children laugh and twirling gods embrace…
If I were trapped in my home I would not know who I was, but here I feel like crying. Here I feel like waking up with you in different light.
Spinning circles turn from east to west, but your memory distorts and blurs the line.
Maybe my opinion is meaningless, but I know I’ve got this need to have one.
Tiny pieces of paper on a burning trampoline. I don’t expect you to dump it all on me, but that’s okay. Maybe I could, maybe I could help.
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Eclipse
06:02
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Part of you is gone,
then side I want to know
Something in the way you look at me
I know
I don't want to talk about my life,
I want the truth
All my faults, all the things I know are wrong with me
You see them
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Jamzelle
00:39
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Cadillacs
05:11
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A pretty entertaining night. Our kitchen full of drunken friends and free minds, like freeways they crash and burn like cars on summer nights they turn to caddilacs, perusing the night, perusing you and I.
Bluish raining.
Yellow Lighting.
Talking, Yelling.
I’m asleep.
A pocket full of stems and seeds I saved, it shriveled up and turned to green dust. Like distance between us, it’s made up of empty space.
I wish I had more time to write, to illustrate my silly life with pictures of words that act as signs that I’m inventing names for love I’ve worn out. Picture me estranged. Picture me, estranged.
Bluish raining.
Yellow Lighting.
Talking, Yelling.
I’m asleep.
Darling I sing only one funny consolation song. It’s laughing, ghost talk that I despise on weekend overnights, and yelling violence always takes the prize. Please, we all know this game.
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Cassie's Song
04:54
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Who am I? And who are we to judge anyone who lives or dies when it’s not time to grieve?
Love takes love. And I just feel like I got a lot to give away. I got it all for free.
Saw the black in her eyes. Maybe, she was already gone. Maybe I could have shown her more love if I tried.
What is the shape of all this hate?
Who do you know that isn’t loved?
Will you show them love?
She passed out on the couch, unconscious and alone.
Who is this in my house loudly hacking out her bones?
Oh, do you need a ride? Can I ask you why there’s nobody here for you?
(repeat)
Saw the black in her eyes. Maybe, she was already gone. Maybe I could have shown her more love if I tried.
What is the shape of all this hate?
Who do you know that isn’t loved?
Will you show them love?
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