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Thinking Out Loud
02:50
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“Love is blind
Lovelessness sees
but it never feels a thing
for anyone
on whom its glance falls” you said
“I’ve had it with that glance
falling on me” and
I figured you were thinking out loud
Was I unkind
Yes
Was I vain
Was I mean
When it came to a head
did I pretend to go deaf
Yes
Did I start mixing metaphors
Yes
Did I completely lose my senses
Was I capable of love
or was I loveless
I figured you were thinking out loud and
not really asking me that one
I figured you were thinking out loud
Were you thinking out loud
Were you telling me something
I didn’t want to hear
What kind of coward thinks
everything he ignores just vanishes
that it magically disappears
Men are swine
and I should know
because I am one
at least half of the time
And the other half
I’m afraid I am a man child
You said “I need another one of those
like I need a new pet crocodile” and
I figured you were thinking out loud
Love is blind
Lovelessness sees
but it never feels a thing
for anyone
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2. |
The Honey & the Lye
03:19
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Without you
I can't tell
what's real
from what's
too real
And in my worst dreams
I become inanimate
but somehow I still feel
I feel everything
I'll take you in tonight
I'll take you in any night
I taste the bittersweetness
I can taste the honey and the lye
You can make the demons flee
You can chase the shadows from
the killing moon and
the broken sky
I'll take you in tonight
I'll take you in any night
I'll take you in tonight
I'll take you in any night
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3. |
Empress of Jackson
03:57
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4. |
Good Night
04:38
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It’s time to say good night
Good night
Good night
There’s no moon out tonight
tonight
The roads are all black ice
The sea is like a stone
It’s the devil outside tonight
or the one that lives at home
Your mother speaks in the voice
of a child
of a child
She’ll never understand
her exile
Your mother was not all there
for you and your mirror twin
She made a doll with your red hair
so she could stick it full of pins
It’s a good night
a good night a good night
It’s a good night
a good night for leaving home
It’s time to say good night
Good night
Good night
Which way will you go
tonight
‘Cause if we’re frozen stiff
before the day is new
We’ll be in a better place
than the one she’s made for you
It’s a good night
a good night a good night
It’s a good night
a good night for leaving home
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A thrush sang seconds before we met
I posed a yes or no question
You said yes and then
with bellies full of butterflies
a wolf and a stray in heat
we walked together to the house
on Laurel Street
In a sharkskin suit
I shook my cocktail shaker
but the seal was blown
and I sprayed booze on your blue dress
We hurried to the cleaners
in the deadly August heat and
then we crawled on our hands
and our knees
to the house on Laurel Street
We were in hiding
We fell silent and we were laid low
And when we finally wanted to leave well
there was nowhere that we wanted to go
And after god knows how long
you opened the door
far enough to take a peek
You said “I think I’m gonna take
my chances beyond
the house on Laurel Street”
A decade passed and I was
still just standing there
staring dumbstruck
at the bottom of the stairs
I wandered around in vain hopes
that we might meet but
wherever I went I was always drawn back
by a tractor beam
to the house on Laurel Street
The gutters are rotten
The roof’s caving in
The windows are shattered and
The floor’s wearing thin and
I just sit here waiting and
it’s you I’m waiting for
and when I hear the bell ring
I dream you’re at the door
I dream you’re at the door
I dream you’re at the door
of the house on Laurel Street
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6. |
Rice Paper
03:52
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I will bake you bread
I will hold your hand when you cry
I will bring you flowers and
tell you that you’re pretty
I will hold the door for you
even when you mock me
I will make you dinner and
then I’ll do the dishes
I will be your confidant
and listen to your dreams
even when they’re boring
and my attention wanders
You could be forgiven if
it feels like maybe this time
the shit won’t hit the fan
but I will disappoint you
I will disappoint you because
I will disappoint you because
I will disappoint you
I will disappoint you
because I’m a man
and there is something wrong with us
It’s on the Y chromosome
whatever makes us lesser
I will disappoint you
I will disappoint you
I’m a man
I will borrow money
I’ll start showing up late
You will catch me staring
at your best friend’s chest
I’ll say I can’t help it
I’ll say that I’m just made that way
and then I’ll act offended
when you take offense
As if you were the one
as if you were the one
with the rice paper thin skin
As if you were the one
as if you were the one in whom
our trouble always begins
I will disappoint you because
I will disappoint you because
I will disappoint you
I will disappoint you
because I’m a man
and there is something wrong with us
It’s on the Y chromosome
whatever makes us lesser
I am a man and god
had to have known
that Adam’s extra rib
was the last decent bone
in his body
I will disappoint you
I will disappoint you
I’m a man
I’m a man
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Dinner out at Mamma Zu
Red for me and white for you
I want to reach across this table and touch your neck
I can’t stop staring at those straps on your dress
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about love
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about love
The radio is playing “Lay Lady Lay”
You tell me that you never could stand that turn of phrase
You tell me that your mind is a trap
that you will remember when I forget
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about love
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about
Nothing left to say about love
We could surrender to the power
We could surrender to the power
A little bird told me “This one is different
It’s different because it’s ours”
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8. |
Bottomless Deep
03:29
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I know a rising violence
I know a rising flood
I know the moon will drag its tide
of murder through my blood
I row into the morning
I row into the sun
I know I’ll rest in the bottomless deep
before this day is done
I ride a wave of tenderness
across an ocean of love
I watch you slip beneath the waves
and I cry out from above
Hey don’t take my lover
Hey don’t take my friend
I drag you out of the bottomless deep
and back to life again
There’s no magic spell
There’s no perfect prayer
that I can pray
I can pray for you now
Until the new spirit arrives
I’m gonna lay
I’m gonna lay
by your side
I know the bleak midwinter
I know the rites of spring
You feel warmth everywhere you go
but I know the cold in everything
Well it might get kind of chilly
so come here and warm my bones
I won’t rest in the bottomless deep
and I won’t leave you alone
There’s no magic spell
There’s no perfect prayer
that I can pray
I can pray for you now
Until the new spirit arrives
I’m gonna lay
I’m gonna lay
by your side
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9. |
Moonstones
06:11
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She has mood eyes
and moonstone earrings
She loves peach gold
and sparkly things of every color
We know fools rush in
We know there’s wisdom in many voices
And now she's mine
God can I accept this sublime gift
Before the complications
there’s only bliss
New love
New love
New love
New love
Her new black dress
and underneath it
the scars across her chest
From last night's semicircle moon
to the morning sky she cries
like a mourning dove
And now she's mine
Slender hands and rings of the softest gold
bearing down on the rhythm
she’s keeping time
Mood eyes
Moonstones
Her black dress
Peach gold
New love
New love
New love
New love
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10. |
Elizabeth's Eyes
04:44
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Elizabeth’s eyes
are some color I don’t know
I see them in the weird light of a dream
where I’m falling like a fool
like an easy mark
where I swoon
We could’ve dived
to the bottom of the ocean
Could’ve flown around the moon
But instead we sit staring
at each other’s faces
on the sofa
in my living room until
the ceiling collapses
and the night comes flooding in
like new wine destroying
an old wine skin
Three times I wake up
and the sun isn’t risen
I splash cold water on my face
I can’t be sure if I’m awake
or if I’m still dreaming
either way I have been changed
And now I want my days
I want my nights
to turn the color of
Elizabeth’s eyes
Elizabeth’s eyes
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