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look up
it’s not too late to
believe in heaven—
a big adventure!
in the wilderness or
asleep in the garden,
i’ll let the new world
wash over over me.
please just
leave that light on
in the tender chapel
deep in your heart.
in the wilderness or
asleep in the garden
t
here’s a new world
that will swallow us whole
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An Enchanted World
03:35
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if all coincidence is a form of magic spell,
then why can’t i tell?
If i force my breath to draw some substance from myself
how can i
tell you
there was
never
an enchanted world
My face was wet, my hand were dry
Do you remember? the sidewalks were overgrown!
How did you know
then, that our wickedness belongs to the old homes?
And how can I
know if
there can
be an
enchanted world?
I know, i must try
there must
be a
way to
enchant our world
look up; it’s coming down
let’s try!
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Gentle
04:27
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the rabbit you held in your boy hands,
pressed to your chest to protect him
when bodies fall they crush what’s beneath
though you were so gentle
i saved the wedding portrait
where you two are forever
young and in each other’s arms
and you look so gentle
the porcelain cross over my bed
and the dreams of shattering glass
the things in our rooms so easily broke
when we could not be gentle
i only cried as a child
if the well in me was uncovered.
when blood had been drawn and i knew it as my own
i would cry gently
outside the rocks and the sticks
and the swing set and the bees
all made their threats and staked their claims
within my promise to be gentle
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Habits
02:55
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i took a train and i went way downtown
listening to crying
i took a train and i went way downtown
everyone was crying!
i’ve fallen in love with sound again
the sounds of my loneliness
i’ve fallen into my oldest habits again
counting on your kiss
i woke up early and i just lay in bed
it was pouring rain
i woke up early and i just lay in bed
i listened to the rain
i am falling in love with sound again
the sounds of my loneliness
i've fallen into my oldest habits again
dreaming of your kiss
i am falling in love with sound again
the sounds of the wilderness
i've fallen into my oldest habits again
dreaming of your kiss
is it fine to feel the way that i feel
in my heart?
is it fine to feel the way that i feel
deep in my heart?
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well, i stopped the car
and i just sat there.
it was nighttime at last
the woods were dark as my tongue.
there must be a name
for a certain type of stillness
when the night pushes out
all the breath within your lungs
i live in my dreams
i live within these objects
you can visit my dreams
you can hold me in your arms.
and this is a way
just one of many methods
to make all the hurt
seem terrestrial
i get tunnel vision and
I can’t usually recognize
that there is no end
or limit to
the love that i have to give
and our Art is a fox,
leg tangled in a steel trap
limping away
and bleeding out into the snow
i want to be good
how did you come into your goodness?
well i stopped the car
and i just sat and stared.
i get tunnel vision and
I can’t usually recognize
that there is no end
or limit to
the love that i have to give
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