1. |
Me At The Movies
02:39
|
|||
|
Out came the words I held in my mouth
Left wonderin’ who let my dogs out
I’ve been afraid of what I might say when I’m not my best
Nightmares at five am, she’s there to handle it
Down in the depths
Where I was last left sinkin’
One tiny speck
At the bottom of the screen- that’s me at the movies
You can work out your own salvation
You make melodic conversation
You have this brand new scent- it’s cigarettes
You left at five am and I couldn’t handle it
Drive through the night
I will accept no guidance
Crank it up high
This is the sound of your voice and mine
And I’m not afraid of being alone
I have a home that’s filled with blessings
You’re the Joan Didion of texting
|
||||
2. |
Hummingbird (Chicago)
01:17
|
|||
|
Visiting another wandrin' puppy and I love more than anything to watch him play the underdog
I get distracted in the racks at Reckless Records by your picture- did you two get back together?
Well it's none of my business, I've got my own life to live,
But you'll call soon to sing me 'Stormy Weather'
I'm a hummingbird and white wine spritzers are my nectar and she's been acting funny since you left her
|
||||
3. |
Dry
03:03
|
|||
|
Everybody crunch up
Ball yourself up real tight
Don’t let anything come drippin’ out
Keep it lope tonight
Are you about to sweat
Are you scared of me
Inhale, exhale, and make a pact with yourself quietly
This whole state’s in a serious drought
Everybody lie down
Belly flat on the ground
Sunburnt slits, do it ‘cause justice ain’t served season ‘round
It’s a lovely burn
It’s a pretty pink
In the service of remembrance on the back half of me
I look for life when you open your mouth
But this whole state’s in a serious drought
And I'm tired of feeling dried out
|
||||
4. |
Wet
03:11
|
|||
|
The family piano
We’ll flip open the lid
Write our names in the dust
Draw a heart with your fingertip
I’m droolin’ on my pillow
My rain jacket’s a mess
Left my car in the drive
But it’s gotta get clean I guess
Fallin’ from my lashlines
I’m looking for love- all kinds
No roots here; this is a walking plant
Singin’ along to all those Broadway Soundtracks
How could you think you were stuck?
Look up! Look up! Look up!
Thirty-eight blue post-its
A catalogue of hits
Jenny Lewis is gonna sue us
We’re sure of it
You still believe in me
I knew you always had
Thought that one of the vocal tracks was my dear young dad
Fallin’ from my lashlines
I’m looking for love- all kinds
No roots here; this is a walking plant
Singin’ along to all those Broadway Soundtracks
How could you think you were stuck?
Look up! Look up! Look up!
Come on in, the water’s weird
I’ll put glitter in my beard
Come on in, the water’s queer
No roots here; this is a walking plant
Singin’ along to all those Broadway Soundtracks
How could you think you were stuck?
Look up! Look up! Look up! Look up! Look up!
Look up! Look up!
Look up! Look up!
Don’t cry for me Encinitas
|
||||
5. |
Hummingbird (Cuyamaca)
01:39
|
|||
|
Out of your pajamas and behind big green sunglasses
Pancakes on the table
Braless, earnest, laughin'
You bravely share that you have lost that lovin' feelin'
I say "DTMFA."
You start collapsin'
Well next month we'll pitch up a tent, my arms'll reach out for ya
I'll sing "Speak from the heart / and say what you desire"
You're my little hummingbird and I can't believe you're leavin'
Go throw them heartbroke lyrics in the fire
And just because he dug that hole don't mean ya gotta crawl in with him
I give you my word someday you'll hardly miss him
|
||||
6. |
The Tide
03:31
|
|||
|
I start tearing up the minute I remember that at some point we will run into each other
I've been waiting a long time to ring in real life
'Cause it's hard to move along when tossed aside is what you're used to
The only way I'll help myself's by being bolder
Try getting on the bus without falling over
Trying to predict the tide
I start breaking down the minute that I learn that we have lost a man who sort of was our father
Never laughed so hard or cried so much, I swore I knew how to get through
You are an avalanche, I'm just the ice machine
I'll always love you
The only thing that I can feel's a warm wet shoulder
Forgetting who is being held and who's the holder
You cannot predict the tide
I am so perplexed
What is this tenderness?
When did I turn into a wader from a diver?
All I know is we are both in this room feeling
Grateful for all of those months of expressive solo swimming, to learn:
That just 'cause it's poetic doesn't mean it's true
and Sleeper Waves can sweep away what's dear to you
I'll always be surprised by what I thought I knew
Trying to predict the tide
|
||||
7. |
Light Up
01:59
|
|||
|
Let him fall asleep in my childhood bedroom
Should've made him sleep on the floor
I had no control
Rising with the sun
What the hell is he still doing here?
Thought we didn't talk anymore
I thought he was gone
Used to be afraid that he'd leave you, now you're even more afraid that he won't
Sometimes you feel like damaged goods, sometimes you don't
Keep his arms and legs in the bobsled
Keep his dirty cigarettes in the pack
I'll carry it all
Let me find my own lonely curb to sit on
Take the fucking weight off my back so I can light up
Used to be afraid that he'd leave you, now you're even more afraid that he won't
Sometimes you feel like damaged goods, sometimes you don't
|
||||
8. |
Maybe She's Born With It
03:41
|
|||
|
It's too hot
You need to hold me
Scrape the cobwebs from the windmills in my body
I am tired from all of these feelings
And all the shapes that I keep finding in the ceiling
And for once you have something to say
Ice cold oxygen
And you know you can't breathe on the moon
But how do you know when you're doomed?
It's too cold
Wish you could fix me
Stay away from my sick my sick my sick body
While I'm slickly backwards spinning
Maybe she's born with it
Maybe it's Mercury
And I know I can't breathe on the moon
So how will I know when I'm doomed?
This is not a race
I will make space, so steer clear
Damn you, horse year
How do you know?
|
||||
9. |
Still So Soft
03:33
|
|||
|
Dying old twin stars looking at a space book
Thinkin’ bout the fadeaway
They closed the ocean down ever since I left my denim vest at Denny Blaine
There’s a reason we go on and mine will always be
The time I locked eyes with Kathleen
And so ‘Apartment 5’ becomes what a skeptic listens to when she’s happy
So I’ll dig up my sad songs and remind myself that
I am still so soft
And I’m gonna sing you out the best way I know how
And you’ll skip town
So let’s dig up our sad songs and remind ourselves that
We are all so soft
And we will all sing out the best way we know how
We will pet every dog, we will wear flower crowns,
We will hang up pink lights, but we will stand our ground
And you’ll skip town
|
||||
10. |
Hummingbird (Seattle)
02:04
|
|||
|
I'll set you up
I'll fix your heart up when she breaks it
I will tell you you are better off without him
Staying up too late and hunting down the answers just to fall asleep as soon as I have found them
And I'd like to pull a kiss and run on you if you would let me
But I'll freak out if you come back to get me
The last thing that I'd ever want to do is take advice from you
I'm not your babe
I'll never be your baby
|
||||
11. |
That Was Not Love
03:20
|
|||
|
You should dump your heavy luggage 'cause the ground feels like a trampoline
Beneath you and beyond you, he can't understand a thing
But as she holds you, you are crying
You're so scared forever she'll be sucking venom out of snakebites
Your Medusa hair is hissing
When you're too busy coping that you can't remember anything
Well, that was not love
When it feels so relieving to be giving and recieving,
You know that was not love
Take the neck off your electric
Let your body be your body
You can still enjoy the sound of a piano that needs tuning
Crack the book, get back to reading
You're aware this was no shotgun wedding
Two hearts struck together;
The concussion? It was stunning
Then you became the DJ for his ex-girlfriend reunion party and that was not love
And you knew that he needed you, but only when he needed you and
That was not love
"Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us, but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands." - bell hooks
While you regain your footing, you're imagining the arguing
You're dreaming and doing, but you can't do it alone
Ans now you have someone to hold you
You have cathartic phone calls
You get young women singing
You make tearful recordings
And there's no way I'd have ever let you love me if I hadn't learned that
That was not love
That was not love
|
||||
12. |
Don't Drag Me Down
02:34
|
|||
|
It isn't fun when you come to visit
You drag me down all weekend long
You used to be the friend most easy to tote around
Now, you drag me down
I've got a lot of love to give
If you would listen to my stupid jokes, you would know I'm reaching out
But you're a lot like some dumb kid who just swims up to me, smelling like chlorine
Somehow, I'm under, underneath my bed
I'm not your boo
I'm not your buoy
I'm not your lighthouse on the shore
I used to think I had to do that shit
But I'm not doing none of it
Not anymore
I had a lot of love to give
If you'd just listen to my straight up business, you would know I'm running out
But you're a lot like some old dope sad ghostin' up to me, and it's all on me. Is it all on me? It can't be all on me
I'll drink tonight
And I'll sleep spooky
You'll stick around
Don't drag me down
|
||||
CARLY SPARKLY Seattle, Washington
Queer earnest twinkle tunes
If you like CARLY SPARKLY, you may also like:
This debut from the Paris-based American artist showcases his genre-fluid sound.
go to album
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation.
go to album
Johanna Samuels writes introspective and empathetic songs that explore authenticity with lovely, low-key pop melodies.
go to album
Australian multi-instrumentalist Nick Griffith tempers luxuriant yacht-pop arrangements with lo-fi touches across the sunny "7am."
go to album
Henry Terepka (as Henry Grant), also of the psych-pop group Zula, moves into smooth sophisti-pop territory as he steps out solo.
go to album
In the tender intersection of indie rock and country/folk sits this album of quiet power from Chicago's Jodi.
go to album
Can't Be Depressed
by Shiny Times
A new album of perfect low-key gems from Kim Weldin of Tape Waves' unassuming bedroom pop side project Shiny Times.
go to album
