1. |
Having Slept on It
03:50
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2. |
Please Therese
03:25
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3. |
You Don't Know
03:49
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4. |
Nothing Has Changed
03:56
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I wrote him a letter in early June
I said: you’re not doing
Anything wrong,I scribbled it down
This is about me not you
And I sealed my letter
And sent it on
I let a day go by and then a dozen
I got a note back from him
That said: I miss you
We went for a walk in the autumn rain
And it was not light rain, not gentle
Not a gutter didn’t flood that day
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Nothing has changed
I showed him my reflection
In the mirror we broke
I shared a poem by Donahue
A dream and a sigh
He spit it out: you crack me open
Like a Northern Red Oak
With a hole in the middle
And a deep divide
Thanksgiving day, a little stormy
And I knew his mother was alone
I missed her
We shared a sigh
In the autumn rain
Chorus
And the rain was a river
That reigned us in
He dips in just to test things
And the sigh was a sliver
Of where we’d been
A cinnamon suggestion
And I knew it was foolish
At the end of the night
But I invited him to follow me
Up the back stairs
I slipped a bit, then he caught me
And he gripped me tight
At the small of my back
And he held me there
But he’s moving on, to New Orleans
And I know he’s not moving alone
I miss him
We went for a drive
In the pouring rain
Chorus
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5. |
Louisa
03:04
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I’m giving you, Louisa
My full attention
I have a question
I just have to mention
Louisa, did you want to
Wear that dress?
If you did it’s fine
But I’ve got a pair of 501 Levi’s
And they’re button fly
If you want to try on
My five-zero-uno
Louisa, we don’t talk about
You know
It’s really not my business
My business what you wear
What’s more important
Is who you are inside there
And clothing closets have
A history of confinement
So if you’re less than comfortable
Feel free to redefine it
Chorus
You’ve got muscles and curves
And pressure to be perfect
Carrying the weight of the world
Is it worth it
Please Louisa
Chorus
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6. |
Yellow
03:58
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I was told that flaxen
Is the weaker shade of gold
That butterscotch medallion
Beats a honey marigold
And there’s a field just east of Paris
Teaming with a mustard seed
A Dijon that is lashed
Before it’s sold
And there’s a flash of yellow
That is dragons breathing
Fire inside a coal
I can be a letter-opener
Or keep it sealed
I can deal a better poker face
When I'm revealed
I cannot upset the way of things
Like napkin rings
That rattle through a meal
But I’ll not assume the yellow
Of a dead canary buried in a field
Yellow to remember
Yellow to be kind
Yellow for my darling
Yellow darkness, yellow light
Yellow-bellied river
Through the yellow dust you wind
I’ve got yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow
Yellow, yellow, yellow on my mind
Sometimes you meet lovers
Who are dying to grow old
Covered in their covers
They are flannelled and controlled
And there isn’t room for Tuscan sun
Or pineapple or daffodil or flame
Sometimes you meet others
Steeping in the certainty of change
Oh, amber-colored planets
Spinning endlessly
Through outer space
Yellow to remember
Yellow to be kind
Yellow for my darling
Yellow darkness, yellow light
Yellow-bellied river
Through the yellow dust you wind
I’ve got yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow
Yellow, yellow, yellow on my mind
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7. |
Night Time
03:34
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Most people who know me
Would say that I smile a lot
I’m a positive optimist
Slowly metabolizing
All this fear that I’ve got
When I get older
Maybe I’ll grow out of it
And get used to the fact
That this life is finite
And the only wild card
That you get
We’re all driven by something
If we’re lucky we’re inspired
I think about death quite a bit
Usually at night time
My grandma on the mountain
Some days I still grieve her
And I never lost trust
In what I was told
Of the story of Julius Caesar
He stood by the statue
In the apocryphal tale
Came to realize
The number of years that we get
Has nothing to do with what’s fair
We’re all driven by something
If we’re lucky we’re inspired
I think about death quite a bit
Usually at night time
No family before me
Wore a cap and gown
No one finished up
Elementary school
Or traveled away from this town
And that just makes me grateful
For the past that I had
Our house was the smallest
But we didn’t notice
You compare, you despair
Then you’re dead
We’re all driven by something
If we’re lucky we’re inspired
I think about death quite a bit
Usually at night time
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8. |
Melancholy Blue
03:27
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I remove the dust jackets
My stacks of books
Don’t need them
Extraneous and colorful
Impractically, I keep them
I take them off, unfold them then
Create a paper peregrine
And give myself to melancholy blue
I receive the messages
Rarely in support of
Ambiguous meanderings
The kind the world needs more of
Clarity is overdue, a cloudy beaker
Shaken through
I fill myself with melancholy blue
Blue, blue
I remove the mud from shoes
And file away the taxes
Supply the drawer with extra stamps
In case that’s what the ask is
Auditing myself anew
What’s my internal revenue
I will myself to melancholy blue
Blue, blue
What’s the thing that matters most
When matter turns to ashes
A summer tan, a winter coat
Or springing into action
Or wandering in old New England
Walden Pond in view
Or falling into melancholy blue
Blue, blue
Falling into melancholy blue
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9. |
Never Cabaret
02:24
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Up to speed, I don’t go
My day starts fast ‘til I make it slow
Catch me up, my old friend
We fell apart
And now we’re flying close again
And we’re standing in the lobby
Of the midnight matinee
Ticket holders for
The never cabaret
The coffee’s black
As a flat bandstand
The velvet’s faded
As a weathered hand
Catch me up, I want to know
Bring me Roses of Jericho
Standing in the lobby
Of the midnight matinee
Ticket holders for
The never cabaret
Lately I’ve been listening to
To the deepest ache inside of me
It hurts but gives me some small relief
To feel that I am feeling
Maybe I’m still trembling, reeling
The flickering of fireflies
Behind the marquis
Standing in the lobby
Of the midnight matinee
Ticket holders for
The never cabaret
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10. |
Speak
03:49
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If, if you seek
A more pleasant place
A more pleasant beach
Speak, speak to me
No secret hurts
More than denying me
Some simple words
Words I need
To know that you know me
Speak to me about the way
You talk about me
When I'm not there
Do you tell your friends
That you put your hands
In places where I’m weak
I need you to speak
How could I leave
And then believe
It would be different
The second time around
Around your friends
Let me guess
I’m not the person that anyone expects
To be your next, to be your one
Not in the light not in the sun, no
Speak to me about the way
You talk about me
When I'm not there
Do you tell your friends
That you put your hands
In places where I’m weak
I need you to speak
And if, if you dare
To go there
Then tell me why you
Deny that you’re ashamed
But you still escape
Into this embrace
But you can’t speak it to my face, no
Speak to me about the way
You talk about me when I'm not there
Do you tell your friends
That you put your hands
In places where I’m weak
I need you to speak
I need you to speak to me
I need you, I need you
I need you to speak
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11. |
Madelyne Why
03:30
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I bought a new two-piece
Blue and white
A loose-fitting tunic, linen
At an island price
Bought a bag of apples
And a sac of sugarcane
On an overnight boat
Overnight boat
In the aching rain
I arrived confused
Didn’t know why
Why you
Didn’t let me see you
Didn’t let me through
Didn’t let me tell you
What I wanted to do
Didn’t let me reach you
Swim to meet you
In the blue
Oh Madelyne why
Why didn’t you
I took my confessions
To an empty beach
I scraped my knuckles
On the coral reef
I surrendered my sandals
To a gang of angry waves
What the ocean captures
After all, the ocean saves
And I survived
The masked-man flu
So why, why didn’t you
Didn’t let me see you
Didn’t let me through
Didn’t let me tell you
What I wanted to do
Didn’t let me reach you
Swim to meet you
In the blue
Oh Madelyne why
Why didn’t you
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12. |
Shame on Me
03:30
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You said
You weren’t even looking
That you’d be flying solo
From now on
I took your smile as
An invitation to dance
My chance
To prove you wrong
Shame on me, shame on me
For trying to get you to do
What you said you couldn’t do
Shame on me, shame on me
Shame on me, for loving you
Sometimes a walk
When it’s close to midnight
Is the kind of thing
You do with just a friend
That night you said goodbye
Then turned around
And kissed me
I guess I got a different message
Than you were trying to send
Shame on me, shame on me
For trying to get you to do
What you said you couldn’t do
Shame on me, shame on me
Shame on me for loving you
I wish I could believe
It’s over
That I could find the strength
To walk away
But every time I try
I give in to the lie
That if I said goodbye
You’d be begging me to stay
Shame on me, shame on me
For trying to get you to do
What you said you couldn’t do
Shame on me, shame on me
Shame on me for loving you
For loving you
Loving you
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13. |
Ocean Meets the Sky
03:01
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I’m lying in the grass
Where the heather grows
Breeze on face, eyes closed
I feel a shiver
Run down my back and toes
What's the meaning, who knows
I'm where the ocean
Meets the sky
Hello beats goodbye
Love
I wrote you a letter
In the window steam
While the kettle screamed
Then I watched it disappear
I want to follow in the path
Of the hummingbird
Light green
Through the lavender
Where the ocean
Meets the sky
Hello beats goodbye
Yeah love
I’m where the
Ocean meets the sky
Hello beats goodbye
Yeah love, yeah love
I'm lying in the grass
Where the heather grows
Is this freedom, or pretty close
Ocean meets the sky
Hello beats goodbye
Yeah love
Voice, guitar: Rachel Garlin
Guitars: David Levita
Electric guitars: Jason Soda
Piano: Deron Johnson
Bass: Jonny Flaugher
Drums, percussion: Victor Indrizzo
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