1. |
Julia In The Garden
03:48
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julia in the garden
passing by the window, i'm
washing as the light goes down
watch the water swirl the drain
tax returns and bad days
'round the world or half way
when it's like a strangers bed
try to fold the fitted sheet
cut
forget me nots
a handful at a time
take a picture and
remind me to remind you
i will love you
julia
sometime on a tuesday
thinking of you always
walking down the aisle alone
pour the soap in the machine
mop the floor rinse repeat
wipe the kitchen counter down
clean the fridge drawers out
dry the laundry on the line
this receipt's it yours or mine
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2. |
La La
04:26
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tell me i'm pretty
ugly as a joke
ask me a question
while hanging up the phone
if i stop for a second
i'll fall apart inside a private hell
maybe you'd love me
to fix it by myself
la la la la la
nothing's the matter
how'd your day go?
speak to my counsellor
while staring at the wall
if i go for a jog now
i'll put it off for another time
driving our car down
picking out something nice
nothing calms that nagging voice
by filling up the void
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3. |
Sixteen Stares
02:48
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wearing a hole through my pocket
sun in my eyes laying me flat
spinning a wheel in slow motion
asleep at the gate in the back
sixteen
sixteen stares
float the deck in a teenage daydream
scrape my palm again and again
i never learn when i walk away easy
they never tell just how far it bends
come up to hollywood and selma
come up to 15th n JFK
all your friends are waiting there for ya
none of this lasts as we fade away
sixteen
sixteen stares
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4. |
Veni Vidi Vici
04:12
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don't tell me it's a passing thing
you loved me but now something's changed
i'm different and you stayed the same
so here it goes
in life i've found
it's never healthy to be
something you're not
having a crisis in three parts
just one of the guys
too sure of it all
under the knife
in montreal
veni vidi
please tell me it'll be alright
i've left him in the meantime
stonewalling all my questions like
am i free to go
new naming on the doctors door
drivers license i've been waiting for
will you love me in my final form
she's ready for you now
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5. |
Mary Turns The Pillow
05:55
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mary turns the pillow round
the cold side of the bed
shuts her eyes and drifts away
into a dream again
that she'll come back
her coffee cup wilts in the heat
the traffic crawls outside
she puts the truck in park
as the tears start to well in her eyes
says pull yourself together mar'
as she pops it into drive
and goes to work
who's here for her to love?
what's this heart breaking up?
questions and answers for no one at all
mary tries to turn back the clock
at the desk a photo frame
her birthday last september
that old rhyme 30 days
april june and november
memory has a funny way
of knocking out your stomach
she lays the picture down
and heads out on her lunch break
never coming back
who's here for her to love?
what's this heart breaking up?
questions and answers for no one at all
mary waits to run down the clock
hangs her jacket on the chair
the pile of unread letters
scattered on the table there
where she used to eat breakfast
now it's microwavable
if nothing so substantial
mary numb and honestly
never known as fragile
burns the pile of consolations
lets the cat out for the evening
pours a beer into a clean mug
and switches off the tv
i always see you in my nightmares
if i could switch you know i'd do it
i miss you on your birthday
i miss you every single day
i miss you and i hate myself
for living without you
i hate myself for so many things
and it tires me out
but i love you and i hope you knew that
and she goes to bed
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6. |
Slacker II
03:37
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call me slacker when you wake up in the morning
what comes after the yawning glowing screen
the open window streaming light into a corner
gaussian memory and life is serene
darkened eyeline rolling right over the soft wave
the flat sheet hanging off the bedding turned around
a sound of the dryer humming somewhere in the background
i'm kneeling with you
with the dogs outside the door
call me fascist when i'm hunched over the table
reading atwood as the kettle starts to howl
perfect in no way it's a good day for this rainfall
we kiss like strangers in the here and the now
oh my god
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7. |
St Kierans
03:04
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it is not so bad to be thought of as a tyrant
none so sad as a lover in the spring
though the writer in you keeps a recent journal
you say nothing to me
tell it in a wash of pink noise in small room
turn the other cheek when lying on the lawn
sweetness fading into nothing after nothing
i went running in the fog
became so small now in a cold sea treading water
when the head dips low unfocussed underneath
though the writing always keeps my mind from closing
ready for this new release
as he walks alone southward down St Kieran's
opening the locks and turning on the lights
sweetness fading into mourning after evening
Willie's gone but here with us all tonight
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8. |
Houston TX
05:17
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make me feel alright again
young man take a look at my life
and make the same mistake
i saw what the other is like
and dream of something changing
his holiness the evangelist
closing up the gates
no room in the summits womb
for the exodus this late
cain or abel
at the crux
rising water
swallows us
money changers
the tables gonna bust
sooner or later
joel steps out a chevrolet
and parts his narrow hair
the early start of a hurricane
when it crosses over laird
greater heights and the astros (just) might
win it in the fall
but for now we're gonna somehow
make it through this all
eve or esther
at the crux
rising water
swallows us
money changers
the tables gonna bust
sooner or later
if you slide your folded cheque
inside the brassy alms dish
would you know your right from left
blind below the surface
who will care for the sick and the poor
and save the corporation
tax the rich be done with it
and heal all our relations
oil and water
never mix
silky speaker
the evangelist
market crashes
the chapels caving in
sooner or later
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9. |
Rolodex
04:44
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the part
of this
comes quick
and painless
leaving it up
tossing a die
picking a stone
to hold on to
what i could change?
what i became
would it have made
you want to
try to stay together for the kids
it's easier to forget about yourself
and what's good about you
it's cool and sunny outside
so why the fuck am i
near asleep again this afternoon
best plans
laid out
rough sketch
no painting
adrift
apart
bereft
it's telling
daughter or son
flat or a house
credit or debt
we'll make it
what could we change?
what all becomes
would this have made
a difference
try to stay together for the kids
remember what i loved about you
when we met before the mortgage
piano lessons marriage counsellors
in our separate beds
until i leave and take the boys to school
sitting with the engine running
you'll never find another half to make you whole
am i terrified of being alone?
did you ever love me?
will you ever forgive me?
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10. |
Renovations
02:44
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baby am i bored or am i lonely
will i feel forever scrolling
like the dog outside the banquet
what's going on inside there
i never took a single photo
ripping out the kitchen half wall
ate my dinner on top a tote bin
as the dusk and dust mix
in the flicker of a work light
as if nothing was ever broken
one proof i take myself too serious
the audience won't laugh after each period
the weightlessness of the punchline
coming down on the wrong jaw
swallowed in the last breath
as i hollow out the last call
jesus fucking christ the world spins
across a different axis
babies held in open cages
a modern sort of sadness
bit by bit pulling off the veil
watch it slip hitting in a nail
privilege our house is nearly full
break the wall and seal back up the hole
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11. |
These Days
03:18
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came to california
with a letter in my hand
here to land the big one
just you wait
it's all gonna work out
one of these days
night shifts at the rite aid
late to pay the bill
a pill to calm this invisible
dread i feel
it's all gonna work out
one of these days
all the lonely people
coming down the canyon hills
waiting in the next room
i know i never will
settle down my handshake
before i walk on in
it's all gonna work out
one of these days
waiting for the callback
a sign from him upstairs
is it in his plan to save
us all from this deep despair
it's all gonna work out
one of these days
if my lord won't take me
for a feature role
maybe he'll see fit to
make me whole
my god it'll work out
one of these days
mama don't you miss me
on the tv screen
talking in the background
of this scene
it's all gonna work out
one of these days
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Aidan Knight Victoria
Songwriter, Producer, and Performer from Victoria, Canada
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