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I spent my life among the chameleon
but the birds sing better songs
as her crooked eyes look past me
as she curls her hidden tongue
and boy is my face red
when she’s starting to get tense
as those crooked eyes look past me
in self defense
we lay in different plots
and she sinks into the wall
her body will grow pretty flowers
while I’ll grow none at all
now I think I’ve run the clock here
As her flower bed is hollow
So I’ll wade into the water
With all the rocks that I can swallow
I think I’ve spent my life here
Hell I’ve put it down in words
My crooked eyes wont straighten
I can’t whistle like these birds
Cause we lay in different plots
And she sinks into the wall
And I’ll pick her pretty flowers
And let the petals fall
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I’ll bet it’s hard to detach
Your skin from the glue cause it has never been scratched
Are you pulling those hairs
From that delicate hide that takes months to prepare
Now the crib is knocked over and there are holes in the screen
She’s crawled from her room to become the queen
The glamorous star of the downtown scene
She used borrowed car keys to trigger the latch
If you just look around you, she says, you’ll find the tools to match
She’s just trying her best to make the moment last
And she can never be mean
Because life is fun when you’re young and there’s no reason to be
A step ahead of the rest
She makes it well known that she’s well read when she’s well dressed
Now the car has been borrowed and there’s scuffs down the street
She’d like you to know she’s just taking this ride because a decent person can’t walk in this heat
Picking up passengers with their careers on their sleeves
And they must where a smile if they know they’ll be seen when they pass
They’re just trying their best to find the faces to match
They’re just trying their best to make the moment last
I think they called her a child
Now they just call her number
They called her a child but now they just call her wild before they call her over
Yet she says you far from the heights that you showed her
Somewhere along the line you went cold and lost feeling
But she could never tell you the meaning
But she’ll weep if you’re watching
And she’ll read what you’re spelling
And she’ll hear what you are talking
And now the boardwalk is booming
For the drawn on, day long, socialist songs she sings to moderate applause from the crowd just below her
She’s taking requests now from the people who clap
She’ll play whatever you want if it will make the moment last
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An Ivory Rose
04:00
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An ivory rose, chiseled cracks and lines
On a broken chain, a link away from paradise
I need a convex lens to read the words behind
Those amber eyes
Can you see yourself?
The words spelled out with bones
That someone used to hold
An ivory rose
The knife I used to hold
No point to see in symmetry, chiseled cracks and lines
A broken pair of amber eyes
She’s a plaster cast, hollow inside
But a stable mind is preoccupied
Can you see yourself?
The words spelled out with bones,
That someone used to hold
An ivory rose
The knife I used to hold
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Miracle Cure
04:16
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Thank god, it was only a dream
That’s got to be the worst
That I’ve ever been
So I’m going door to door
To sell a one time potion
To rid you of the boredom
Of your current situation
Excuse me sir or madam would you swallow cyanide?
It’s a miracle cure
For every symptom outlined
Are you lost on the ocean?
are your vessels exploding?
Are you praying to god,
Now that the water is rising?
No, I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing
But you don’t have to worry
It was just my dream
I know it is the worst
That you’ve ever seen me
But would you swallow what I’m selling?
Would you just humor me?
Cause I thought felt the land
But it’s just the current at my feet
Am I lost out on the ocean?
are my vessels exploding?
Should I pray to god
For a home in mountains?
For an solid conclusion?
For an absence of mind?
For a definite decision?
For an absolute timeline?
Cause no, I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing
Not a thing
Not a thing
But thank god, it was only a dream
Now, that has to be the worst
That I could have been
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Alex Goyetche Toronto, Ontario
My name is Alex. I'm 20 years old. I live and perform in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
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