1. |
all the same
02:14
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I couldn't tell you my name
I've just been floating for hours now
you sit by me anyway
and wait til I am awake
symptoms flew by like the rain
til I felt like a house with the power out
i felt you there anyway
with a candlelight and a card game
they let me home yesterday
i looked on the world like a lighthouse
the sheer presence of the place
i looked til my light found your face
now i couldn't tell you myname
I have been floating for hours on end
you sat by me anyway
I loved you all the same
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2. |
what a glorious feeling
03:02
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I mourn the old me like a good friend
I spend my days off tying up loose ends
and running circles around the river slowly
who was it that told me, that I'm not through yet?
I spend my work days trying to make sense
of how everyone I happen to meet seems to get by
because existence is ours but its gone so soon
still I'll take an hour in the Rothko room
letting the colours fall into my eyes
Only a summer for the flower but still it blooms
i got caught in a shower and started singing the tune
what a glorious feeling
new life falls, and the wind blows
a woman outside talks in a language I don't know
I saw a bull finch out the back
of my beautiful block of flats
I say hello to my neighbour
and he says hello back
because existence is ours and it's not so bad
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3. |
anywhere, myself
02:09
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I guess the wind blows where the wind blows
kind of thought life might be different though
I tried the weekend paper crossword on my own
it taught me gently how little I really know
stayed up late tryna cast a spell
made of all the stories I didn't know how to tell
that when I wake up the feeling might swell
that I could be anywhere and I could be myself
myself
myself
my self
da dum dum
two thousand faces I keep in mind
pass through my dreams and my waking life
I can't only be here to pass the time
might as well give it all one more try
five hundred quid and a room of my own
walking drunk on the way home
fumbling for keys
and I wonder if anyone's been dreaming of me like I hope
like I'd hope
I'd hope
like I'd hope
da dum dum dududum hm
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4. |
postcards
01:47
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sleep whispers to me
says nothing will stay as it is
sweet nothing on my mind
as I drift through the places I've lived
I sent a postcard to your last known address
and you don't live there but i got a lot off my chest
maybe it turned out for the best
seasons go by
and I don't know where I'll be next
I'm always drawn to those things which make me lose my sense of self
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5. |
skipping
01:32
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6. |
my hope
01:14
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i hope what i say means more than words
i hope my hope is an active verb
I heard I might not inherit the earth, after all
and after all that work trying to please
there was nothing left of me
nothing but a worn out smile, my Qs and my Ps
and my hope
twisted into an ambition that choked
and left its prints on the people who stayed close
who tried to help
whom i tried to please
and who found very little left of me
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7. |
god's banquet
02:06
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i'm scared I might hurt women
I'm scared they might hurt me
so here I go into the forest with a bag full of memories
hopeful tomorrows
wilfully blind to the love i'd borrowed
reflecting the sorrow i'd saved for myself
I'll work on my anger not to keep it repressed
but love is defenceless I have to accept, I had to accept
last night i felt butterflies about the girl to my left
shifting my seat with a silent excuse
just to get closer
just to see if I knew
just to see if I remembered
that boy in blue taking his chances, making a move
but you know what the man says 'only fools rush'
so I play romantic until it gets too much
got a seat at god's banquet and I saved one for you
maybe we could do lunch?
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8. |
we're all here
01:03
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we're all here, feeling a breeze
a few cans, a few spliffs shared
a bluetooth speaker playing, picnic foods
a book, someone writing
we're all here, with a body
letting the world do just what it wants
playing catch, running in circles
for fun
we're all here
most of us with keys to a home
in our pockets
and some quiet dream sinking into the creases of our brain
like the lap of a new lover
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9. |
suite for Naomi Osaka
04:43
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