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Cuts
04:12
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Well I’m spitting up the same old shit
I’m making points you know I’ve made before
I’m regurgitated guts on refinished hardwood floors
Well angry cuts don’t sew up quick
if morning eyes are still turning tricks
and those anvils mean when you wake up I’ll be gone
Tonight’s the end of the world,
but we won’t feel it till tomorrow burns
When the traffic lights are blinking red
and those farmers’ fields are fallow
Well I’m running through the conversation
Some things I said…I wish I’d choked
More emancipated thoughts than I needed to let go
Well angry cuts don’t sew up quick
if morning eyes are still turning tricks
Today mine were vacant expanses
Tonight they’re barbed wire fences
Tonight's the end of the world,
but we won’t feel it till tomorrow burns
When the traffic lights are blinking red
and those farmers’ fields are fallow
And the droning sound of dying air
meets the constant ringing in my ears
Before the hurried mob takes me away,
I’ve got just one more thing I want to say
Here’s to you
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2. |
The Painter
03:53
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I painted a picture, but not very well
It never looks like it does in my head
The morning sky stretches out across a field
And a man shuffles down a potholed dirt road
I don’t know what he’s looking for
He knows it’s lost and it needs to be found
He’s running out of weeks and of days and of hours
The sun is at his back as he stares off down the road
He’s never felt more at ease with being all alone
I don’t know what he’s looking for
I don’t want to be alone looking for those ghosts I won’t find
It’s not all up to us who keeps our hearts and our minds
I don’t know what he’s looking for
I’ll never be happy with what I have here in my hands
Maybe it’s better off that way, maybe I have all I’ll have
I should have tried harder
I should have done it right
I should have looked you right in the eye
I should have been more direct
I should have fought that fight
I should have seen though all those lies
I should have been a painter
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3. |
Grey That Night
04:04
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What a day to fly away
I didn't mean to leave it halfway done
It just worked out, it just unfolded
As if you and I could see it coming
Like shadows stretching out and then dissolving
We're better off pretending that we're still growing
The words we used seem so far away
It's been a long time since we've talked
I guess it's been a long time coming
What's left to say, what's left to chance
We didn't have a chance, the wind was blowing
Now I'm not saying that I have all the answers
or that I know exactly where I'm going
The words we used seem so far away
Everything was grey that night, there were no stars
Even though I knew the way, I still got lost
Thinking 'bout all the work I still have to do
Thinking 'bout what this means for me and you
Like slowly suffocating in a heavy winter coat
I'm tired of pretending that I'm hiding from the cold
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4. |
Time Has a Way
03:40
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I used to feel like I was right
A train moving on a track
Answers didn't matter
The questions were lost in the wind
Moving forward, don't look back
There's nothing there, no regrets
I can't remember why I started running again
Time has a way of standing still or maybe it's just me
It's hard to tell if it's ok, or if I'm stuck here indefinitely
There were times I guess that I was wrong
and I guess I knew it all along
but we can't pretend
Sorry's just like starting again
Moving forward, don't look back
At rows of corn and tall smoke stacks
I can't believe just how far I still have to go
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5. |
Put It to Bed
03:34
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I'm going to put this day to bed
On the couch of a friend of a friend
I can't remember how this started
and I can't tell you how it ends
So I'm going to put this day to bed
I don't know what you heard, but don't believe everything
If there's nowhere to go, then we're stuck here in between
So save your lashing out and anger
We both know what you're really after
It's time to move on
I'm going to put this day to bed
and remember exactly what she said
She said, you can run and you can hide
but you can't have the dawn before the night
So I'm going to put this day to bed
I don't know what she told you, but I'm sure it's mostly true
There's shit I wish I hadn't, but then there's things I had to do
So give me what you got, I'm tired
Maybe in the end we'll both feel better
It's time to move on
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6. |
Virginia
03:20
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I’m going to Virginia
And darling dear you know I’m really going to miss ya
But the hills they are calling out to me
And out here you’re as far as I can see
I don’t know when I’ll be coming home again
I’m praying for forgiveness
I hope you know this time I really mean it
It wasn’t worth all those sleepless nights
That I spent walking with the stars and the streetlights
I’m so sorry for the things I said I’d do, but I never got around to
And I’m sorry for all the time we spent waiting in line
How was I to know this line wasn’t for us to toe?
I’m sorry for all the time
I don’t know when
I don’t know when I’ll be coming home again
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7. |
Wait for It
03:32
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The wind is blowing outside
The house is still and cold
If the dog weren't here by my side
Well I'd be sitting here alone
Ooh I did my best, I really tried
The wind is blowing outside
But I’m not much for adventure
Some of us don't live, we don't try
Lately I've been thinking about what that means
Ooh I think something's going to happen for me
Wait for it wait for it wait for it
I don't need to know where to go, I just need to go
Ooh it's starting to snow
The wind is blowing outside
I'm starting to sway with the trees
The clock says it's only past nine
There's still time to make up a better excuse and
Ooh maybe today's just not meant to be
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8. |
Say Goodbye
03:27
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Are you some kind of machine?
The way you see right through me
The way you say the things that I could never name
My words are grey and reticent
They swirl, I fade and make no sense
Do I get points for trying something new?
I've been tangled up and now I'm tired
Gathering wood to build us a fire
Shaking out my worn out stories
Just hoping you're still listening
Is this some kind of dream?
The way the fire cast its shadows on me
In your smoky eyes I think found some truth
Forgive me for being hesitant
It’s my middle-western manners I’m wrapped up in
Let me get out what I came here to say
And we’ll sleep it off until the morning
Under stars it feels like we’re floating
If tomorrow there’s still an ocean
We’ll say goodbye
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9. |
No Time Left
03:06
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The people on this street have their reasons to leave
But all the folks we talk to are talking with cold feet
For now they all seem fine just taking their time
Everyone we know’s got somewhere to be
but tonight we can’t decide where we should meet
Oh I don’t know if I can care anymore
We’ve got no time left but I don’t know for certain
Have the pieces in our hands but no direction or solution
Is the future what you make of it or what it makes of you
I don’t know, but we’re doing the best that we can
We have all the answers but the questions are vague
When did we become the ones we thought we had to save
I’ve been plotting out a route out of here in my head
Now the sun don’t shine for four months at a time
I guess we knew better, must have changed our minds
It’s too late for me, save yourself, it’s not too late, wait for me
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10. |
Black Spots
04:05
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I can’t see through the black spots
it might be time for me to say goodbye
to everything that’s kept me here tied in knots and I’m afraid I’m drifting
In and out of this conversation
I’ll tell you what, this isn’t how it supposed to go
I was supposed to be better than the men in front of me
so take deep breaths and count to ten and clench your fists, now do it again
I’m waving to the crowd as the plane goes down
I’m waving to the crowd
Now you know, nothing good can come of waiting here
hanging on these words, all worried all about my second guessing
It’s times like this I really wish I could stay up on my feet
The droning of the passersby is soothing me like a lullaby
My mind keeps racing on, the tires spin, the car is on it’s side
I’m struggling just to open my eyes
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11. |
Waning Moon
04:14
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Maybe I don't get everything
Someday maybe I'll learn
I was told that I could do anything, oh anything
but I don't always do what I'm told
We used to draw out our future
We were dots on a map of the world
but lately it seems like I’ve been draw out
I'm tired and faded and old
You say I’m a waning moon, well what does that make you
I’ve been waiting for something new, now how do I get through
Will you wait for me like I’d wait for you
I guess we’ll never know, cuz I’d never ask you to
It’s times like today that we’ll struggle
Tracing those points on the map
We keep getting lost in the spaces between them
We keep getting caught looking back
Maybe I don't get everything
That's not for me to decide
I was told that I could do anything, oh anything
and anything is what I intend to find
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Canyon Sounds Denver, Colorado
The Denver based folk-rock band's songs share bits and pieces of stories about life, beginnings and endings. One downstairs neighbor described their sound as, "Drowning out NCIS, keep it down!" Canyon Sounds believe in music's power to connect people, even if they're just hearing the echos set over Mark Harmon solving yet another Navy related crime. ... more
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