1. |
Linoleum
04:55
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Linoleum
Restless and Flightless
In the world that you know
Thumbs in your pockets,
I know you have to go
You came to see me,
You stayed in my bed
Your skin was pressed to me
But your heart, it had fled.
Your hands span the width of my back
I feel small here and simple
Tip toes on the worn linoleum,
I like to think you might stay
You might stay
I like to think you might stay
Hopeful and Hopeless
You lost what you know
Boots on the earth,
You’ll go where you’ll go
You may conquer your demons and
Conquer the land
But I’ll march to the beat
Of my own marching band
Silent and wordless you went on your way
I stayed here, I learned here
I laughed, and I played
While my feet take me homewards
Yours take you away
Flat foot on the kitchen floor,
I live day to day
Exposed coil bulbs on our pirate chandelier
Show the marks of the landlord's kids who wore their black shoes in here
Its cheap and its checkered, Its old and its worn
But there are memories here,
There were memories born,
Of tip-toed kisses on this scuffed linoleum
There are memories here,
There were memories born
Exposed coil bulbs on our pirate ship chandelier
You’d hit your head on it,
Do you remember that dear?
Exposed coiled bulbs on our pirate chandelier
Show the marks of the dumbass kids
Who wore their goddamn black shoes in here
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2. |
Barefoot Lullabies
05:28
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Barefoot Lullabies
In this house,
There’s no one here but me
Only lamp light on my shoulder
This is what it feels like
To be alone
Lullabies,
Fill the night
May the moon rest his heavy palms on my eyes
And lay me down
Lay me down
In my mind
Theres no one here to see
All the turmoil and the splendour
This is what it feels like
To be me
Barefoot, walk the floor
Feel the grit beneath my feet
Slowly, deeply
Breathe in this house, let is breathe in me
In my room
There’s no one here but me
Only moon light on my shoulder
This is what it feels like
To be free
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3. |
First Born Child
05:14
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First Born Child
Such a first born child,
Self-entitled and wild
You’re all legs and lipstick,
That’s what matters most
Well, I don’t miss
Drinking in unfinished basements
With friends who made me feel
Less than worthless (I am worth something)
I moved on when I moved out
You took your baggage with you,
But I am not your dirty house
I’m not your broken heart
Or your perpetual unhappiness
I am not your coward friends
I’m not your one night stands,
I am not you or your problems
Bite your bitter tongue,
Still your heaving lungs
And concentrate on being young
Press your fingers to your temples
And concentrate on the good to come
Snow on your lashes
Rosies up your cheeks
You’re all December and frost
Do you know what it means
To be loyal or to love
What right do you have to criticize?
Big girls don’t cry, Big girls don’t cry
But your pouty lips say otherwise
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4. |
Reciprocity
02:31
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Reciprocity
Baby, reciprocate this
If I don’t have all the answers
Is it still a promise?
If I shoot across the sky
On a rainbow rocket ride
Will you still know me?
Reciprocity
Ro-coco Ro-coco
Ricky ticky ticky on the clock clock clock
Meow like a kitty if its time to wake up
Counting the wind in seconds
I count the seconds in wind
Darling,
See me through
I can’t do all things
That I wish I could do
But if I try real hard to help
You be you
Would you do the same for me?
Mister, Hold my hand
I want to be where the sun meets the land and
Swim in lava craters, it left behind
Changing my colours but I
Won’t change my mind
You may be hot
But I’m always cold so
Give me your hand,
I want it to hold
If I reach up, and
You reach down,
And shake me, shake me from my teeth
Right down to the ground
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5. |
Battle Cry
04:48
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Battle Cry
For every false “I love you”
And every “I love you” I’ll never say
For those unspoken hurts
Oh, yes, they hurt
This is my sound
This is my battle cry
This is my voice
For all I have to say
And never will
For every achy breaky crack
In my aching breaking heart
For those mixed up mix ups
I give them all away
I devote to them this moment
I will give them this
For those sweet, true moments of perfection I dare not break with sound
For the silent softening in my chest, I hope you hear it now
For the nights I can’t remember, nights I wish I could forget
For that tenderness I just can’t thank you for, I thank you once again
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The Sailboat and the Sea Waterloo, Ontario
The Sailboat and the Sea is a folk trio from Waterloo, Ontario. By combining resilient lyrics, folk instrumentality and raw, yet rich, harmony, this talented group of musicians evokes a sense of honesty and vulnerability with every song.
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