1. |
Everything (demo)
03:55
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oh! fortune teller, what's in store for my life?
you’re perfectly prescient and ever so kind
give me all of the reasons you can't be my wife
where do i fit in this perfect design?
you wrote the script, memorized every line
and now you're killing yourself just to prove you're alive
I can carry you to bed, but i won't push you out the door
playing house until the game gets boring
and now you're tearing through the city
you can't blame yourself for trying to be happy
and chasing a life that gives you everything
say sorry, then obsess over every mistake
running away just to stay in the same place
disconnecting my head just to get through the day
the future follows my heels like a ghost
i want to be touched but need to be alone
we're both broken in all of the same ways
come carry me home and leave the light on when you go
fill me up with anything that's golden
cause even if i come up empty, i can't blame myself for trying to be happy
and chasing a life that gives me everything
is it too late for me? am i used up and spent?
i can't give you a baby, but i've still got love left
and i'm too old to chase down fantasies
but when you figure out what you want from me
i'll be three states over and way past apologies
cause we don't belong to who we used to be
i've stared down the edge of the cliff
been swallowed up by the abyss
i’ve held god in my hand
is this all there is?
but i won't let this break me
i can't hate myself for trying to be happy
and building a life that gives me everything
baby i'm ready for something steady
I've been to the brink and I'm never going back
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2. |
Broken Brain (demo)
03:32
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wake me up when it's my turn to drive
the radio cuts through the quiet at night
we both know this is ending, breaking up the bed
but if we just keep talking we can make it to sunrise
the wine's wearing off and the cloud's coming down
all the pitch perfect poison spilling from our mouths
you scream until your voice goes and strip me down my bones
cause you don't have the stomach to say it out loud
that i'm a brick up against the wall
you need a woman who can make you a mom
and my body just reminds you of your pain and regrets
another long mistake on the tip of my tongue
holding me down in the past
but i'm just a broken brain going out of my mind
trying to get my future back
everything's closing in and falling apart
repeat advice that been given but never took to heart
i'm bad at being who i want to be
i'll try to get myself together when i know where to start
if god made me, then explain me
and the frenetic static that surrounds me
if hell wants me, then come claim me
and give me some kind of purpose, some kind of meaning
what kind of world are you saving for?
what kind of death are you working towards?
haunted by lost lives while we fight to survive
the curtains come down while we beg for an encore
there’s plastic in our blood
cameras recording everyone
and the death cult of capital
keeps running running running running
an open casket wake at the edge of the known
a deathly grip hold on the past
but i'm just a broken brain at the end of the world
trying to get my future back
i'm just a broken brain at the end of the world
trying to get my future back
i'm just a broken brain at the end of the world
trying to get my future back
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3. |
New Moon (demo)
04:00
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i want to tell you all of my dreams
ask you what every little thing means
find out which ones are really that sweet
life's easier when you're a ghost in my phone
but you're the only real thing i ever touch anymore
proof i'm not as bad as I believe in my bones
came when you called 'cause i hate to be alone
to make mistakes and watch the sun die from another west coast
the gravity of your waves pulling me home
the red sky blinds me as the glow disappears
if we don't do this now it'll be another two years
and if you want her so bad then why are you still here
i don't mind that i'm bound to get hurt
we've been here before and killed ourselves with cures
fucked up in the ways that we want it to be
but give me hell and high water over empty and easy
i could never be everything
but if you let me in we could build something
it's just the shadow of the earth on the new moon between
and you're the starlight breaking cracks into every last part of me
i don't mind
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4. |
Grounded (ukulele)
02:53
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kind and quiet accommodations
a new narrow life of assimilation
dreaming of the person you thought you could be
conquered fear of death but terrified of living
how femme should i look how much makeup to wear
to get through the day without sneering and stares
i just want a life i don't have to fight for
there's enough beauty love light and good in this world
to stick around
they can keep screaming and shame me but i'll keep my name
til they put me in the ground
making up my mind to feel more alive
slam shut every of uncertain design
laughing in confusion at the deathly absurd
and refusing to plan for the end of the world
cycle back and forth the eternal return
gives meaning to every last lesson you learn
the provident gravity of impermanence
there's enough beauty love light and good in this world
to stick around
visions of heaven and hellfire keeping my feet
tethered to the ground
now i take each moment in slices of time
cause reaching your peak is when you start to die
scattered across the expanse, you can never let go
there's enough beauty love light and good in this world
to stick around
the waves of anxious overwhelming dread remind me
i'm on solid ground
there's enough beauty love light and good in this world
to stick around
they can hate me and kill me but i'll keep my name
til they put me in the ground
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