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Serious Moonlight
05:59
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My words are a knife
I'll cut you in places you've never been kissed
I'll kiss you in places you thought don't exist
A mind is a terrible place to feel
Alone with your jar of pills to be taken
If life gets too hard
To keep you from waking
Yea "truth" is a word
And words are just lies we've agreed upon
Let's wait 'til the moonlight's a little less serious
To put on our blue shoes and dance the reds babe
The music will play
I'll hold you in my arms and sway
Correct me if I'm wrong
And often I may be
The words we sing aren't true
By virtue of their poetry
Lies don't become true 'cause they're pretty
My thoughts are a cage that keep us divided
A gap we can't bridge though futile we're trying
When phantom limbs itch we'll empty the bottle in hopes to find
A way to distract from wounds we left open
And words we'd retract to heal hearts we've broken
Yea "love" is a word we lost in translation when we were small
Let's wait 'til the moonlight's a little less serious
To put on our blue shoes and dance the reds babe
The music will play
I'll hold you in my arms and sway
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I told her "I think you're sick."
She used a four letter word for her feelings
She keeps repeating
And when she was crying out
I just kept thinking "Focus."
"Make it important."
"Shut up and enjoy it."
I never felt like I was a soul in a body
Until she wrapped around me weightless
And breathlessly I was delivered from my demons
This is what it's like to be reborn
I wrestled the restless mess
I tried not to think of Eden
I couldn't believe in a place where lovers touch
Until I got there
I was waiting holes into my heart
She was going apeshit
While I prayed for a song to calm angry voices
She bit the hand that feeds 'til it fell off
I could never hold you close enough to make the screaming stop
When it was said and done
We were a cartoon without a caption
Drank to distraction
Confused pique with passion
I could never be what she told me I wasn't
As if her words were somehow binding
We both gave up on finding ways to take the torture
And passed the time until the shine wore off
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3. |
Keep it to Yourself
04:09
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I'm like everyone else
All I really want is what I'm told I cannot or should not have
So the darker and more messed up it is
The more I'm convinced it's what will fill my empty soul
If you can see what's in my heart
Keep that shit to yourself
I've worked too damn hard to make sure
No one knows what I'm ever really thinking
Now I'm not sure I even know myself
I'm a walking cliche
All I really want's an endless cycle of objects I can crave
Having brings me no joy
Just the air moving 'round in the vacuum of the void I call my soul
If you can see what I really want
Keep that shit to yourself
I've worked too damn hard to make sure
People think I'm some harmless fucking nice guy
I'd hate for them to see what fools they've been
As I fall into the black hole of my broken heart
I'll take you all down with me when I go
I'm like everyone else
All I really want is someone else to tell me it will be alright
Someone who knows my heart
But every time I get close I convince myself that they're not good enough
If you can see what's on my mind
Keep that shit to yourself
I've worked too damn hard to make sure
People think I'm some inoffensive nice guy
I'd hate for them to see the truth of it
I'm like everyone else
I'm like everyone else
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4. |
Is This Loss?
05:23
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Is this loss?
Than burns cathedrals down
Gestates quickly now
And gives birth to dust
Is this loss?
that sighs its quiet breath
To die a million deaths
All at once
Oh...
You think you're ready now?
No
Time is the wrinkle in your plans
You're pretty sure you'll be the one who can escape it
And so you waste it like your time will never come
'Til it's too late
Take up your cross
Is this loss?
Is this loss?
That turns you into stone
Abdicates the throne
And turns boom to bust
Oh...
You think you're ready now?
No
Time is the wrinkle in your plans
You're pretty sure you'll be the one who can escape it
And so you waste it like your time will never come
'Til it's too late
Take up your cross
Is this loss?
Will you hold me like I was a little child
Tell me we don't have to think on this right now
We'll be distracted by a million tiny nothings we can't name
But it doesn't change
It doesn't change
Is this loss?
That wakes you up at night
To watch your holy light
Burned out at once
Oh...
You think you're ready now?
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5. |
The Dancer
05:31
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If I got to choose my form in the next life
I'd be a dancer all fluid and made out of fire
I'd move like a tiger in a hadron collider
Kaleidoscope spider I'd fly without leaving the ground
And if you watched me dance you'd love me
Telling stories words can't say
You'd be overcome with feelings
They'd confuse you into rage
If you got to be the person you wanted
Unburdened, unhaunted, you'd cut through the air like a song
Does anyone choose, or are our ends fated?
Our sweetest verse jaded
Our moment of truth lost to time
And if you watched me live you'd envy
Each true smile that crossed my face
You'd reflect on all your failings
And wish that you could live this way
You'd convince yourself I'm faking
But I promise you it's twice as good as it seems
If you get to see your heart's true wish granted
There's no second chances
Swing wild
Strike true
Believe
Swing wild
Strike true
Believe
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In the movies
When they get the death face right
There should be some kind of warning
In case you've seen that face before
I never knew the death of Tony Stark would hit me hard
In the springtime
Before we knew it was too late
I wish I'd punched you in the mouth
To finally prove that I'm a man
As you laid there in the hospital I considered it more than once
But I knew it wouldn't count
There's this feeling
When I see something you'd like
And I start to call you up
In that moment you're alive
It's like you tapped me on the shoulder
And we had a good laugh
I thought I was done with this grief
But it isn't done with me
I hide
From my mind
It always finds me
It always finds me in the sober light of day
There are some things
That can't be properly expressed
When you see you can't unsee
And once you do you're not the same
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A smile in every heart
A hope in every home
We all want the same things
We all want the same things
None of it's your fault
There's too much to be done
Don't sacrifice your mind to the madness of it all
No one asked to be born in a world that's this messed up
So open up your hands
And lift each other
A place to rest your head
A task to pass the time
We all want the same things
We all want the same things
None of it's your fault
There's too much to be done
Don't sacrifice your mind to the madness of it all
No one asked to be born in a world that's this messed up
So open up your hands
And lift each other
It's hard to remember in times like these
Love is a revolutionary act
Dead men drew the lines
And we can just erase them in our minds
Justice for the wronged
Protection for the weak
We all want the same things
We all want the same things
None of it's your fault
There's too much to be done
Don't sacrifice your mind to the madness of it all
No one asked to be born in a world that's this messed up
So open up your hands
And lift each other
So open up your hands
And lift each other
So open up your hands
And lift each other up
Lift each other up
Lift each other up
Lift each other up
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8. |
Burything The Dead
04:16
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Moving out of this house is hard
Like burying the dead
Like you woke up in Japan
Speaking perfect French
And the life you thought you'd lived
Was just a dream
Pulling up to the drive was odd
And time was no one's friend
When we watched you disappear
Expecting worlds to end
But the drive trough line was long
And the kid wants to go home
They don't care that there might be no tomorrow
And when the funeral is over we'll all go home
And scroll to try to fill the holes in our phones
Like maybe there's an answer at the bottom
Some all enduring truth that we'd forgotten
Or a reason to get out of bed tomorrow
And pretend existing's worth the pain and sorrow
When it's more like you were never here at all
Moving out of that house is hard
Like burying the dead
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James Pequignot Cleveland, Ohio
James Pequignot is a singer/songwriter from Cleveland Ohio who draws inspiration from acts like Aimee Mann, Wilco, and BC Camplight. He also performs with an indie-rock band called Terrycloth Mother, and loves Pizza.
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