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"Faire Chanter"
I. Carpentry
II. No One's Bought
III. Big Storm
IV. Dismantled
V. The Jacket Off Your Back
VI. Severed
VII. My Father's Sky
VIII. All Scars Considered
IX. Chest
X. Let Go of the Ocean
XI. After His Own Elevation
I.
I want to build you like a home
Brick by brick
Something to come back to
Safe from the wind
(I need your eyes like a heartbeat, white picket fence. I need to pose like a picture, so I'll never forget.)
I want to build you like a nest
Stick by stick
Somewhere to wait til
You fly back in
II.
I'm going to popularize a motive
For letting my emotions show
I'm going to put it on a record
For an alchemist to turn to gold
And if the ball comes down and you're stuck in a dance
I'm going to exhaust all the metaphors for "a fleeting romance"
I'm going to break down every word and hand it to you on a plate
So I can watch you eat the crumbs and then ask how it tastes
Because we might just be singing songs no one's bought.
I'm going to draw all of the ideas
From the feelings we live
Because even when we're spreading lies
We're learning what is
And if the wisdom we have earned happens to turn to ash
I'm going to ruin every psalm trying to bring it back
I'm going to get inside your God and I'll keep him awake
So I can show him what the night's like when it bleeds into days
III.
I guess we're getting "ouch, baby, lights off."
But I'm already turned on
I guess we're "stones baby, not right now."
I already wrote this one
I thought that I was lightning, baby. big storm.
But you say I'm only rained out
But this was nothing, baby. no words.
I've always been falling down.
I tried to pretend that the masks were real
But it turns out, I've been pulling skin
The cigarette was lit right here
But the flames were an accident
I'm becoming memories and records
It's time, baby, flip the tape
I think we're talking b-sides and rarities
Because these are things we don't usually say
I thought that I was lightning, baby. big storm.
But you say I'm only rained out
But this was nothing, baby. no words.
I've always been falling down.
IV.
It turns out I'm a bomb
Every time I get turned on
When I say I feel dismantled
Just say thats what I thought
I wore the ladder like a collar
Buttoned up at my neck
I'm not standing any taller
I'm dangling from the ledge
Honey, I hear the heart
I was born to strum strings
But I don't mean to give the impression
That it means nothing
It turns out I'm a lot
Like my lovers thought
Something like a rock
That we can't stand on
I wrote the words like they mattered
That was my first mistake
I think I confused disaster
With the sight of a snake
V.
Look at that, she's shivering in front of you
But giving her your jacket seems like the worn out thing to do
Don't know where I learned to never get enough
But if I could trace my steps back, I could tell you what it was
I've got an image in my head of a child turning in
All of the words for the crimes they'll commit
I saw a girl in the dark whose eyes could talk
She stripped off the clothes of all my thoughts
And we all thought we were kings.
Just happened to be on the street.
How you like that? Now, she's walking away
They're vagrant hearts, there's nowhere to stay
Like Father Dylan taught them all to roam
But never told them how to be all right with being alone
I've got an image in my head of an old man's love
Collecting on the floor where his heart beat once
As he waited for a girl to come out of the boards
And strip him of the life he was promised before
And they all thought he was me.
We all thought we were kings.
VI.
Seven angels to rewrite my deeds
One for each day of the week
Because in the bottom you can hear my bones creak
In my music, you can catch a glimpse of me
Severed by the scissors in my heart
If you could put it back together
It'd be all right
Frays are not delivered like the words are
Hope it doesn't take forever
And it'll be all right
Holy ghost to remind me I'm a man
Like my failures don't already do that
Because at the bottom you get to meet your past
In the future, you get to take it back
Severed by the scissors in my heart
If you could put it back together
It'd be all right
Frays are not delivered like the words are
Hope it doesn't take forever
And it'll be all right
VII.
I want you to tell me what the little things mean
I've got blue eyes that tend to read too deep
I'm under the impression I'm beneath my father's sky
And they've become my stars, tonight.
I'm a walking jukebox, put the blues on
Push my buttons and it flows from me
I've got a heart like a speeding car
Always gets a little too far from me
I want you to tell me something I don't understand
So I can hammer out the meaning like there's steel in my hand
Because my nerves are shot out like broken glass
They're breaking into my soul to set a trap.
Let's take this home, relearn the things we should know
So we can act like we never forgot we were always alone.
VIII.
You've got a slow heart kid
Beats with little movement
Hypnotized by her skin
The things that you're well-versed in
And you've got a right to be afraid
All scars considering
But don't you wait for wrinkles
To write a story you can change
You've got a big brain, kid
But you don't know what anything is
Hallucinating lost limbs
That you still feel pain in
IX.
She said, "Take this and you'll feel better.
It's tied to a heart you can't see.
I'm not the only one who noticed your feathers.
I know you can't breathe."
I said, "I always knew it was evident.
I never thought I'd turn into evidence.
I guess it's just for promises
We never imagined we would keep."
All of the best ends were always in your chest.
She said, "The right things shouldn't be said.
But I don't expect a poet to get that.
I'm not the only one who has seen your head.
Lonelier than a microphone stand."
I said, "Even the stars have their own chains.
The meaning was destined to change.
I only wanted to be a singer
I didn't mean to bring in the rain."
All of the best ends were always in your chest.
All of the still hands won't put something like me together again.
X.
She is the city, written underneath the streets
And love's the riot, it's going to change everything you see
I am a building with no escape route or retreat
If the flames come, there's nowhere you can go to leave
How'd we get so bitter?
They say a hundred years in the future
This place will be underwater
This place will be like the sea
But I guess I have time to write another one
Another day of thinking that you'll never come
I am a pendulum, the pride of poets who believe
Another metaphor for a lover is exactly what we need
How'd we get so bitter?
They say a hundred years in the future
This place will be underwater
This place will be like the sea
Let go of the ocean
(It's coming in...)
XI.
Here is to hearing what you want to hear
This is the voice you are trapped in.
The picture is vague and fragmented.
Like she can only recite your choruses.
I know the notes, I played the keys
But I do not think that they will sing for me.
I said I have known love and I felt empty
And now I do not think that they will sing for me.
The picture is vague and fragmented.
She can only recall your choruses.
I. Carpentry
II. No One's Bought
III. Big Storm
IV. Dismantled
V. The Jacket Off Your Back
VI. Severed
VII. My Father's Sky
VIII. All Scars Considered
IX. Chest
X. Let Go of the Ocean
XI. After His Own Elevation
I.
I want to build you like a home
Brick by brick
Something to come back to
Safe from the wind
(I need your eyes like a heartbeat, white picket fence. I need to pose like a picture, so I'll never forget.)
I want to build you like a nest
Stick by stick
Somewhere to wait til
You fly back in
II.
I'm going to popularize a motive
For letting my emotions show
I'm going to put it on a record
For an alchemist to turn to gold
And if the ball comes down and you're stuck in a dance
I'm going to exhaust all the metaphors for "a fleeting romance"
I'm going to break down every word and hand it to you on a plate
So I can watch you eat the crumbs and then ask how it tastes
Because we might just be singing songs no one's bought.
I'm going to draw all of the ideas
From the feelings we live
Because even when we're spreading lies
We're learning what is
And if the wisdom we have earned happens to turn to ash
I'm going to ruin every psalm trying to bring it back
I'm going to get inside your God and I'll keep him awake
So I can show him what the night's like when it bleeds into days
III.
I guess we're getting "ouch, baby, lights off."
But I'm already turned on
I guess we're "stones baby, not right now."
I already wrote this one
I thought that I was lightning, baby. big storm.
But you say I'm only rained out
But this was nothing, baby. no words.
I've always been falling down.
I tried to pretend that the masks were real
But it turns out, I've been pulling skin
The cigarette was lit right here
But the flames were an accident
I'm becoming memories and records
It's time, baby, flip the tape
I think we're talking b-sides and rarities
Because these are things we don't usually say
I thought that I was lightning, baby. big storm.
But you say I'm only rained out
But this was nothing, baby. no words.
I've always been falling down.
IV.
It turns out I'm a bomb
Every time I get turned on
When I say I feel dismantled
Just say thats what I thought
I wore the ladder like a collar
Buttoned up at my neck
I'm not standing any taller
I'm dangling from the ledge
Honey, I hear the heart
I was born to strum strings
But I don't mean to give the impression
That it means nothing
It turns out I'm a lot
Like my lovers thought
Something like a rock
That we can't stand on
I wrote the words like they mattered
That was my first mistake
I think I confused disaster
With the sight of a snake
V.
Look at that, she's shivering in front of you
But giving her your jacket seems like the worn out thing to do
Don't know where I learned to never get enough
But if I could trace my steps back, I could tell you what it was
I've got an image in my head of a child turning in
All of the words for the crimes they'll commit
I saw a girl in the dark whose eyes could talk
She stripped off the clothes of all my thoughts
And we all thought we were kings.
Just happened to be on the street.
How you like that? Now, she's walking away
They're vagrant hearts, there's nowhere to stay
Like Father Dylan taught them all to roam
But never told them how to be all right with being alone
I've got an image in my head of an old man's love
Collecting on the floor where his heart beat once
As he waited for a girl to come out of the boards
And strip him of the life he was promised before
And they all thought he was me.
We all thought we were kings.
VI.
Seven angels to rewrite my deeds
One for each day of the week
Because in the bottom you can hear my bones creak
In my music, you can catch a glimpse of me
Severed by the scissors in my heart
If you could put it back together
It'd be all right
Frays are not delivered like the words are
Hope it doesn't take forever
And it'll be all right
Holy ghost to remind me I'm a man
Like my failures don't already do that
Because at the bottom you get to meet your past
In the future, you get to take it back
Severed by the scissors in my heart
If you could put it back together
It'd be all right
Frays are not delivered like the words are
Hope it doesn't take forever
And it'll be all right
VII.
I want you to tell me what the little things mean
I've got blue eyes that tend to read too deep
I'm under the impression I'm beneath my father's sky
And they've become my stars, tonight.
I'm a walking jukebox, put the blues on
Push my buttons and it flows from me
I've got a heart like a speeding car
Always gets a little too far from me
I want you to tell me something I don't understand
So I can hammer out the meaning like there's steel in my hand
Because my nerves are shot out like broken glass
They're breaking into my soul to set a trap.
Let's take this home, relearn the things we should know
So we can act like we never forgot we were always alone.
VIII.
You've got a slow heart kid
Beats with little movement
Hypnotized by her skin
The things that you're well-versed in
And you've got a right to be afraid
All scars considering
But don't you wait for wrinkles
To write a story you can change
You've got a big brain, kid
But you don't know what anything is
Hallucinating lost limbs
That you still feel pain in
IX.
She said, "Take this and you'll feel better.
It's tied to a heart you can't see.
I'm not the only one who noticed your feathers.
I know you can't breathe."
I said, "I always knew it was evident.
I never thought I'd turn into evidence.
I guess it's just for promises
We never imagined we would keep."
All of the best ends were always in your chest.
She said, "The right things shouldn't be said.
But I don't expect a poet to get that.
I'm not the only one who has seen your head.
Lonelier than a microphone stand."
I said, "Even the stars have their own chains.
The meaning was destined to change.
I only wanted to be a singer
I didn't mean to bring in the rain."
All of the best ends were always in your chest.
All of the still hands won't put something like me together again.
X.
She is the city, written underneath the streets
And love's the riot, it's going to change everything you see
I am a building with no escape route or retreat
If the flames come, there's nowhere you can go to leave
How'd we get so bitter?
They say a hundred years in the future
This place will be underwater
This place will be like the sea
But I guess I have time to write another one
Another day of thinking that you'll never come
I am a pendulum, the pride of poets who believe
Another metaphor for a lover is exactly what we need
How'd we get so bitter?
They say a hundred years in the future
This place will be underwater
This place will be like the sea
Let go of the ocean
(It's coming in...)
XI.
Here is to hearing what you want to hear
This is the voice you are trapped in.
The picture is vague and fragmented.
Like she can only recite your choruses.
I know the notes, I played the keys
But I do not think that they will sing for me.
I said I have known love and I felt empty
And now I do not think that they will sing for me.
The picture is vague and fragmented.
She can only recall your choruses.