1. |
Slipping Away
02:38
|
|||
|
I found a lover,
Not just another,
Oh brother,
I'm not holding on.
We'll walk until night,
Out past the last light,
You hold my hand tight,
Leading me astray.
Out by the old tree,
You tell me you love me,
Honey I can't see,
When you turn away.
If you believe her,
Won’t you keep her,
Just don’t deceive her,
When you’re moving on.
I'm slipping away from you now,
I can't believe my luck.
I'm slipping away from you now.
Out on the green,
Where the world had a sheen,
Couldn't be too keen,
To stay out in the rain.
Woke up on the lawn,
My shirt had been torn.
Wish I was never born,
You'd be better for it.
I'm slipping away from you now,
I can't believe my luck.
I'm slipping away from you now,
But I don't want no other.
Feels like we’re far from heaven,
I never thought my love,
Could come undone.
Love is a game,
it's a hell of a shame,
When the one you blame,
Is staring back at me.
|
||||
2. |
Down The Slopes
02:50
|
|||
|
I will plant an orchid in every garden,
but will not wait to see them bloom.
If fortune strikes I’ll be long forgotten.
It’s mine to live,
Mine to live.
I will take my heart to the doctors,
He will give me pills to share.
I’ll water down this homemade dissolution.
It’s mine to bear,
Mine to bear.
The moon it brings me no conclusion,
The stars they barely light my way,
This city is a dimming process.
The days flow through,
Days flow through,
These fickle eyes that I’ve been looking through.
Your kiss my touch, it couldn’t be clearer,
I try to reach the man in the mirror.
Your kiss my touch, it couldn’t be clearer,
I try to reach the man in the mirror.
|
||||
3. |
One Year At Sea
03:42
|
|||
|
I’ve been burning baby,
For some peace of mind.
Will I find it falling from the factory line.
On the road to wonder,
Just to fill my cup.
When I return will I be out of luck.
The weight of it is just too much.
At the burning bush I read between the lines,
Just to find the root of what is truth or lies.
As an old man lingers,
Will I pay my place,
Will I leave my ticket for the human race.
The weight of it is just too much,
Out of sight and out of touch.
The weight of it is just too much,
Out of sight and out of touch.
I’ll follow you,
If you want me to,
I’ll follow you,
If you want me to,
But I won’t waste my time,
Chasing signs.
Will I fake it make it,
If my ship won’t sail,
In the low tide of my life I’m doomed to fail.
On the stormy ocean,
When you buck and keel.
Surround yourself with those that make you feel.
The weight of it is just too much,
Out of sight and out of touch.
The weight of it is just too much,
Out of sight and out of touch.
I’ll follow you,
If you want me to,
I’ll follow you,
If you want me to,
But I won’t waste my time,
Chasing signs.
|
||||
4. |
Borderline
04:24
|
|||
|
I’m lost
Taking my time not to say a lot
after all these lies I never forgot
Your face
The smile that’s etched into my brain
The look that writes a sweet refrain
But the taste of your lips
Under the light of a hazel sky
Wondering why I can’t leave
We’re living at the borderline, to nowhere
is there something in the air
Something that will make me care
Company, set me free
Everything you give to me,
So much that you give to me.
At home
Out on the porch where I belong
I’m up all night I can’t go on
The fear
That I’ll be here another year
And better know how to come near
But the taste of your lips
Under the light of a hazel sky
Wondering why I can’t leave
We’re living at the borderline, to nowhere
is there something in the air
Something that will make me care
Company, set me free
Everything you give to me,
So much that you give to me.
Give me a love like this x4
|
||||
If you like South Island Son, you may also like:
Walk Thru Me
by The Folk Implosion
Lou Barlow & John Davis return as Folk Implosion, with 10 more songs that are sweetly tuneful.
go to album
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players.
go to album
Terns in Idle
by Rain Recordings
This collaborative project offers a fresh twist on classic indie sounds of the early 2000s with hooky choruses and quirky instrumentation
go to album
Underwater Over There
by Unwed Sailor
This Tulsa group's shimmering, classic dream pop has the sound of iconic touchstones like the Pale Saints and New Order.
go to album
Wrapped In Cellophane
by Vessel
Crisp drumming cuts through the tangle of interwoven instrumentation on this cerebral yet groovy post-punk record.
go to album
This creative San Francisco guitar band melds trip hop, krautrock, My Bloody Valentine-esque noise, and jangle pop hooks.
go to album
Stellar Evolution
by Aaron Lee Tasjan
Aaron Lee Tasjan shifts from glam rock to synthpop and new wave on his latest, a fun new direction for the Nashville artist.
go to album
