1. |
After The Bees Died
04:35
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you had a dream last night
of an aeroplane
falling up to the moon
and never coming back again
all the buds are stoppered in yellow-green
never getting pollinated
the bees all died a year ago, and
you fold paper boats and pray for dry spells
and pretend that you deserve it
pretend you all deserve it, and
mountains blacken, beetles
strip pale young leaves
from the trees
message must survive/be found/be understood;
blood bruise tearing membranes in the sky,
you take the end times on a date,
you’ve got some questions: “what’s your moon and rising,
will you save me, will you spare my dog?”
and she just laughs a little
don’t get all cynical, the way you always do
we’re all crying in the same old bathroom
no one will remember us, maybe
that’s for the best
you whimpering child
you whimpering end
"for your dew is a dew of light,
and the earth will give birth to the dead."
i miss the taste of honey more than anything
i miss the taste of honey more than anything
i miss the vistas blue and green and wandering
i miss the vistas blue and green and wandering
i miss the smell of growing grass or anything
i miss the smell of growing grass or anything else
i miss the buzz of bees
i miss the hush of trees
i miss the buzz of bees
i miss the taste of honey more than anything
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2. |
The Giving Up Tree
05:19
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mornings don’t sit comfortably
i wish i’d rot away
this isn’t suicidal
i’m just tired of waiting for the day
to end in flood or end in flame
i’ve whimpered all i had to say
so take my body away
take my body, i’m not staying here
my hometown’s dying slow
everything’s dying slower
golden hour doesn’t hit quite right
on this side of the sea and i’m
a sinking island,
i’m a corner store
i’m not living for the future;
future’s dead and buried anyway
take my fruit
or take my fingers
take my roots
or strip away what lingers
but i’m not looking to drown today
but i’m not looking to drown today
take what i give,
cut me down for giving
(forgiving)
scrubbing myself down and out and
crying like a dying bird
living judas kamikaze
dying in a field of kisses
i’m not giving up on anyone
but i’m afraid of everything these days
my leaves are turning golden
quicker than they’re growing green
north of the collapsing lung
of civility and half-step measures,
i might be a sinking island,
maybe i’m just… visiting
i am not a person,
i am just a nerve that’s shot,
i’m not looking for god–
i’m apologizing to her anyway
take my fruit
or take my fingers
take my roots
or strip away what lingers
take my branches
and take my bones
take my sap and
burn down my home
but i’m not looking to drown today
but i’m not looking to drown today
but i’m not looking to die today
but i can’t help but dream of it
take what i give,
cut me down–
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3. |
The Really Big One
05:47
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chestnut sky
fields of rotten things
ruins of harbour walls and
richter’s fineries
rapture in blue eye
seagull hovering
some kind of end is nigh–
what kind of person’s singing?
all these paper straws are gonna dissolve
biodegrade me, baby
tie a plastic bag around my neck
see what you get, see what you–
i don't wanna die
i don't wanna die like this
but i dream about it
tenderize
the bruises and bad news
i’ve still never been to a party
tell me i’m too young to be so old
great wide west in gold,
we’re weeping at the end of the world,
you said, “‘cause we’ll never afford to live here”,
we’ll never afford to live here
all these paper straws are gonna dissolve
just like me
tie a plastic bag around my neck
see what you get, see what you–
i don't wanna die
i don't wanna die like this
but i dream about it
i still dream…
why am i even going to college
why am i even going to college
why am i even going to college
why am i even going to college
why even bother with 5 year plans?
what if we died here, what if it’s tomorrow?
what a luxury, to have a career
‘cause we’ve given up on futures and we’re living on fear
please god, someone strike gomorrah down–
not me, i’ve got plans,
oh god i wish i had any plans
instead i’m at college, sleeping through class
why am i even trying at all,
leaving notes for historians,
wondering where it all went wrong
i don’t know how not to get it all wrong
why am i even going to college
why am i even going to college
why am i even going to college
death’s last devotee,
i’ll pack up my things
cans of water in the basement;
what if i’m addicted to living?
don’t let the ground go tumbling
crowd the fault lines, hands gripping
tell me how to be prepared for this one
i don’t wanna die
i don’t wanna die like this
but i dream about it
i still dream
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4. |
Gaia
05:08
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i’ll damn the man who tries to walk me
i’ll damn the man who climbs the moon
a sucker caught up on a feeling
colonize me, won’t you?
i didn’t adopt this dog (she crawled into my bed in the night)
but i’ll be damned if i’ll let her die (in some clean white room, where she can’t see the sky)
wonder how i’m doing lately (giving my heart to what shames me)
she would crack my bones if they were charred
i’ll end it soon
i’ll end it soon
i’ll damn the man who tries to touch me while i cannot see
i’ll damn the man who cries for mothers i’m not supposed to be
i’ll damn the man who tries to fuck me –
i’ll get him good this time
i don’t want this anymore (i’m rooted to the mantle core, this is)
mutually assured destruction (watching, blank, the dog’s not coming home)
my ridges black, my plates converging (reap and sow and trim me daily)
i’ll grow green and wild once you’re gone
i’ll end it soon
i’ll end it soon
i’ll end it soon
i’ll end it soon
one step, one step for mankind,
one step, one step for mankind,
one step, one step for mankind,
etc. (i’ll end it soon..)
i didn’t adopt this dog (she crawled into my bed in the night)
now she’s sleeping on the moon
i’ll end it soon
i’ll end it soon…
(“And our efforts were rewarded
once overcoming rightlessness and darkness
by forging blazing wings
To our
Nation
And the age of ours!”)
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5. |
Alberta
04:30
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we swallowed bees,
and other things
i had been unaware of
we climbed up glaciers
that weren’t there
a while later
talk to your dad
about the way you
like your coffee creamer;
i’ll wish my name was
robespierre and i was
dead in paris
i’ll invest in oil
i’ll invest in oil
everything was eroding
when we said goodbye
without knowing
you’ll make yourself a fine life
and i’ll get by
on my own, ‘cause you’re a
mountain pine beetle,
and i’m a cedar,
sheltering
everything erodes:
don’t touch me, i think
my skin might fall right off the bone
i’ll invest in oil
i’ll invest in oil
in athabasca,
where the mountains
blister black
i’ll send messages through pipelines
cutting bloody ‘cross
the country’s back
leave it better than you found it,
oh, by now you’ll be
some grey man’s creature
we climbed up glaciers
pooling where you placed your
daring feet
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6. |
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he's got the whole world in his hands
he's got the whole wide world in his hands
he's got the whole world in his hands
he's got the whole world in his hands
he’s got the wind and the rain in his hands
he’s got the wind and the rain in his hands
he’s got the wind and the rain in his hands
he’s got the whole world in his hands
he's got the birds in the air in his hands
he's got the whales in the sea in his hands
he's got you and he's got me in his hands
he's got the whole world in his hands
he’s got your life and mine in his hands
he’s got your life and mine in his hands
he’s got the lives of all the living in his hands
he’s got the whole world in his hands
he's got everybody here in his hands
he's got everybody here in his hands
he's got everybody here in his hands
he's got the whole world in his hands
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