1. |
Ocean
03:38
|
|||
2. |
This Walk
03:54
|
|||
|
This walk to be human
Is locked in step
With this awkward feeling of senselessness
We move among those we love
And try our best to be good enough
And in these clothes you don’t know the better part of me
You don’t know the biggest part of me
All I have to do
Is turn around
Come on and pull me back
This has been the hardest part of my past
I thought I could change me
That it would be so easy
With a child-eyed stare I’ve lost you
Fallen asleep again
Somehow
Somewhere there’s a road
To bring me to find a home
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Tony, should I come visit?
Should I come down?
Should I come to you
To you Tony?
I just want to be alone
At the end of a cellular phone
Wrap me up in an old pickup truck
And carry me home
I just want to be alone
At the end of a cellular phone
With a hitch for my boat and a sail so it floats
Through the winds of old San Ramon
Tony, how are you?
I haven’t seen you in while
We could see a movie or read a novel
From the Emerald City
To San Lorenzo
I just want to be alone
At the end of a cellular phone
Wrap me up in an old pickup truck
And carry me home
Me and you
We’re pretty much the same
Maybe we’ll drink a beer and play a board game
Here, I brought these for you
You’ll like them
They’re Marlboros
We’re just a couple of guys from the West Coast
We could see a movie or read a novel
From the Emerald City
To San Lorenzo
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
If my car should come today
Turn the radio on and let it play
Driving through the mountainside
Across the icy bridges wide
I might pray
I might pray
That if my body should fall below
The floorboards spilling out into the snow
Let me lay
Let me lay
Beneath the stars this starry night
They’ll ask down to my eyes
“Are you OK?”
Breathing up into the clouds
I’ll move my lips to make a sound
And I will say
Love move me
And pain help me to find my way
The fingertips that run down my spine
Are nothing more than the morning vine
Opening their flowered sign
To signal us in three fourths time
Let us love
If my car should come today
Turn the radio on and let it play
|
||||
5. |
Shoot the Birds
02:49
|
|||
|
Here I sit
In this bar
Speaking my language to no one
Not me
I’m drinking my beer
Shoot the birds
For what?
They’re gonna shoot the birds
No one
White winged gull
By the sea
She feeds her girls
And keeps them clean
Not her
She’s from the Earth
Shoot the birds
For what?
They’re gonna shoot the birds
No one
Some are angry
Some are cold
Some have come a long way
Some have got a way to go
Fly away
Shoot the birds
For what?
They’re gonna shoot the birds
No one
|
||||
6. |
Boats of the Sea
03:25
|
|||
|
So as we sail through the currents
The winds blow us forward
Soon it will end
We’ll reach the shore
What will we say then
To the seagulls
And to the whales
Upon the rocks we’ll land
And on to the Earth we’ll climb
Marching toward that garden of white
When the journey is over
From dying lips do we hear a sigh
A soft lamenting to say goodbye
All I see is blue
|
||||
7. |
One Eye Open
05:01
|
|||
|
The sun shines over the harbor
The mist rises into the light
Tea boils while windows open
Gulls cry out
The day has arrived
Oh Joy
Father is dressing himself in his best suit
Mother is smiling while fixing her hair
The children are laughing and eating their breakfast
People are waking, getting ready for church
Oh joy, they’ll pray
If you are a bell of the morning
Then let me hear your metal sing
Because I’ve come a long, long way across the water
Let me lay my anchor down
I’ve come so far
It’s my wide open one
One eye wide open
This is for all those long, long nights I’ve kept myself alive
(2x)
Today is the day we all go down to the fair
Wave your nighttime banners high into the air
A procession of us come, to be the foolish ones
We don’t care
We’re the children of an angry affair
Between love and the memory of
What would become of us now?
|
||||
8. |
Rings
03:16
|
|||
|
I took myself to the river
Just to see if I might float
I asked the moon for forgiveness
And followed its yellow light
I touched my hand into the water
And felt a chill run to my spine
I could not see my reflection
No matter how hard I tried
Two of us in union
All in tatters
Two of us in union
What’s the matter?
He sang these words:
Love comes in waves
It rings around the knave
(2x)
I do
|
||||
9. |
My Brave Doctor
04:39
|
|||
|
My brave doctor
By the way
Might you have anything for my yesterdays?
Videos of my mistakes play on, on and on and on, on, on and on
Before I leave this place
I just want one whole day
Watching the colors that form on my doorstep
Painted by heaven’s high blind-hearted gaze
I know that Jesus, when he was still a young man
Died on the cross to save ten million slaves
Oh love, let them roar
But I’m here
When my work is done
I’ll be satisfied
If I just save one
Before I close my eyes
My brave doctor
By the way
Might you have anything for these yesterdays?
It was a wicked road that brought me here
It pulled me and prodded me head over heels
I would just like to say
I’ve done some things in my life I’m not proud of
But oh how the crows they would laugh that away
Because over in the glen past the stream by a boulder
There lies a glimmer of sympathy
When my work is done
I’ll be satisfied
If I just save one
Before I close my eyes
|
||||
10. |
Summer Song
04:15
|
|||
|
This is a song for the summer
When everything seems so inconsequential
When each blade of grass seems so tall
While the rest of the world seems so small
Wouldn’t you like to feel happy
Wouldn’t you like to feel better
For a night
Just for one night
Sounds all around me telling me to do myself in
But I won’t listen any more
There’s got to be some greater comfort here
And I can’t stand for you to see me this way
|
||||
11. |
God's Pocket
05:01
|
|||
|
This is all that ever had
This is all that was ever given to me
Some bit of loose change out of God’t pocket
A red light in my way
Neatly juxtaposed before the rising sun
The handlebars in my hand
Completely shorn from the stem
I had my discourse
Then it rained
I had my words cut
By this blade
Tell me a story I long to know (2x)
Tell me something good
That I long to hear
Make it feel so right
Is it gold and white and covered in light just like it was the day that I was born?
Will the rivers and roads that fork and bend ever wind their way back again to bear me away
And am I still my father’s son?
Or have I already been sold
My head for a stone
I had my discourse
Then it rained
I had my words cut
By this blade
This I know
It’s you up high and me down low
Is that all there is
To Love?
Then let’s keep dancing
And break out the booze
We’ll have a ball
If that’s all there is
|
||||
12. |
One Eye Open 2
03:21
|
|||
|
On other planets
You can hear transmissions
So tune your instruments
To the sound of voices
Though they speak in tongues
You will understand them
(2x)
Like some rabbits caught in a snare
You must free them
With one eye open
|
||||
13. |
Body
05:29
|
|||
|
Maybe if I pay no mind I might escape
It’s a beautiful world
It’s a beautiful world, a wonderful world
I’d like to see it with you
With you
My body
Take my friend
He’s not happy
Hold my head
Someone hold my hand
Softly
My body
Take my friend
Take him from me
Need a little love
Need a little air to breathe
So to speak
My body
This ache they say
It couldn’t be much more
Than a way for me to learn my place
Through the years I’ve watched
My body slip away
When every thought’s not my fault
What else am I left with
Now?
But I bet you won’t remember that now
My friend
|
||||
Eli Rector Palm Desert, California
Behavior Analyst.
(B. 1975, Santa Cruz, CA.)
for demos/errata: soundcloud.com/eli-rector
If you like Eli Rector, you may also like:
Small Comforts
by The Chairman Dances
Winsome and winning indie pop songs on the latest from The Chairman Dances, where erudite lyrics are cradled by gorgeous arrangements.
go to album
Ross J. Farrar of Ceremony creates dubby outside punk evoking the minimalism of Young Marble Giants on his second solo record.
go to album
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene.
go to album
Soothing indie pop from Philadelphia with the slightest psychedelic edge, always centered on tremendous melodies.
go to album
Brightly hued art pop bursting with sound and color, “Hum” is as colorful and surreal as a Dali painting.
go to album
The Besnard Lakes Are the Last of the Great Thunderstorm Warnings
by The Besnard Lakes
The Besnard Lakes return with their first new LP in four years, full of the same mystery and wonder on which they have built their name.
go to album
San Francisco singer-songwriter and trumpeter Max Daniel gilds straight-shooting pop hooks with orchestral splendor and wry lyricism.
go to album
