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Good Music
01:31
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I don't have to play good music anymore
I don't have to play at all
I don't have to sit in silence
Waiting for my fate to finally fall
I don't have to feel like crying
Every time I talk about myself
If I don't have to play good music
I can finally be somebody else
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Moving Song
03:43
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Moving to the city
But the city keeps moving
Keep my eyes on the road and my hands to myself
This is only the beginning
Of a life where you can't expect anything
Keep your eyes on the road and your hands to yourself
But I wanna touch you
I wanna feel your skin
I wanna stand in a room with everyone
And let more people in
The secret of the artist
I've heard is just to roll with it
But I'm stiff as a board so it hurts like hell
In a world where every day digresses
I can no longer buy what can no longer sell
Still I wanna touch you
I wanna feel your skin
I wanna stand in a room with nobody I know and
Make a couple friends
Is it too much to ask?
Is it too much to ask?
Is it too much to ask?
Is it too much to ask?
Moving to the city
Someday when we're both ready
In a world where every day brings questions
I don't want to have to ask
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Birthday
03:37
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I've got a birthday coming up
Will I feel dread again this year
On my birthday, waking up
To find my skin is still unclear
And I have only finished
Half of my to-do list
I blow the candles out
And count all of my boyfriends
Time ain't what it used to be
I'm still catching up
Why do I feel it flying?
I don't wanna think about it
I don't wanna think about it
New stains on my bed sheets
I'm bleeding out again
I love to be a woman
But I would rather be a plant
And sit beneath the sunlight
Making my own sugar
I'd shoot up like a stalk
And turn into a flower
Time ain't what it used to be
I'm still growing up
Why do I feel like crying?
I don't wanna think about it
I don't wanna think about it
Cuz then I panic thinking maybe, mighta, woulda, coulda
Should have been a different woman had I not slept in that day
It's all for kicks but I feel bad when shit gets real
If my days are truly numbered
Is this how I'm supposed to feel
If my days are truly numbered
Is this how I'm supposed to feel
I never could have guessed
How hot the world would get
In just a couple years or less
So turn it down to simmer
I'm not in a hurry
Still got a million things
To do before my birthday
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Anyone can fall in love at any time
Any song can make you dance
Any cosmic body caught in orbit
Took a look, bit a hook
Then changed all of its plans
And I considered turning off the music
But the silence made me feel like I had died
Now I'm changing every verse in the Bible to say
Anyone can fall in love at any time
My oh my oh my oh my
Underneath my garden there's a garden
Underneath that garden there is gold
I tried to dig to the bottom
But I always get distracted by the soil
The mineral mother of all that we know
Covers everything in sight
And quietly she whispers in an ancient voice
Anyone can fall in love at any time
My oh my oh my oh my
Oh my oh my oh my
A moment of significance can blind even the sun
And offer up deliverance for all the work we've done
Time's revealing everything
Time's revealing everything
Time's revealing everything we love
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I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
I get distracted I get lost in the flood
I get in and out of bed with the person I love
I get lost in my words and have to soap up my mouth
I go looking for handholds and cling onto doubt
Then I remember it's a strange world
And I won't make it out alive
So I'm gonna sing about the strangest thing
Every day as long as I survive, oh I
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
Trying to do right by my inner child
Trying to do my best
She leans over and whispers
I can't believe how badly I want this
How badly I want this
So every day that I take water at dawn
I'm reminded of the reason that I keep hanging on
I hear the sound of the earth and it spins round the sun
Like the sound of a record that spins out a song
And I remember it's a strange world
And I won't make it out alive
So I'm gonna sing about the strangest things
Every day as long as I survive, oh I
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
I can't believe how badly I want this, ooooo
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