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Mercy
04:30
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We’re drawn to each other like the moon, it draws the tides to land
We push and we pull, we wax and we wane
We fit together like hand in crooked hand
As we hum and we whisper our mispronounced names
And I want to write like the smoke off your cigarettes
I want to sing like the ice on the sidewalk
I want to show you the parts of me you’ve not seen yet
I’m gonna run, I’m gonna scream, I’ll never talk
I unfold my leaves as I turn to the sun
With a pencil, she tidies her hair
Late Tuesday morning, the rain has begun
Something’s burning and I don’t know where
The kettle is boiling, the baby awakes
And like paper cuts fingers, it cuts through the noise
Out on the sidewalk, a little dog shakes
Stack of books on my head, I hold myself with poise
Give me freedom from myself
Give me freedom from my worry
Give me freedom from my projections, misdirections
Give me freedom, give me mercy
A man on a bench rusts outside the grocery store
Because he’s copper and it’s winter and he’s lost the hat he wore
I sit beside him and sing til I cry
But there’s no money in my case and too much fire in the sky
Give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Oh, give me mercy
Give me mercy
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I built a house with an arsonist
Who I shouldn't have given the key
When it all burnt down,
I knew it was partly on me
Oh, I built a house with an arsonist
And I let him pick out the rugs
They went up so fast, somehow I was aghast
When I met him, he seemed nice enough
Oh, I’m gonna live at the bottom of the ocean
I’m gonna walk to the depths of the sea
Sick of surprises, the water, it rises
Do I have it coming to me?
Oh, I’m gonna live at the bottom of the ocean
I’m gonna walk to the depths of the sea
Sick of surprises, the water, it rises
Do I have it coming to me?
And I planted a garden with a family of deer
And I should’ve put up a fence
Couldn’t resist the temptation of freshly bloomed tulips
I should've known; it's common sense
And I planted a garden with a family of deer
And I thought they might be what they’re not
But things, they don’t change just for my wishful thinking
I try to remember - I guess I forgot
Oh, I’m gonna live at the bottom of the ocean (at the bottom of the ocean)
I’m gonna walk to the depths of the sea (to the depths of the sea)
Sick of surprises, the water, it rises
Do I have it coming to me?
Coming to me - oh, I’m gonna live at the bottom of the ocean
I’m gonna walk to the depths of the sea
Sick of surprises, the water, it rises
Do I have it coming to me?
Coming to me, to me
Coming to me
Do I have it coming to me?
And the man, he burns houses for a living
And the deer, the deer will be forgiven
But so will the guy who just burned my house down
Even though he had said he’d stick around
And the man, he burns houses for a living
And the deer, the deer will be forgiven
But so will the guy who set fire to my life
And I watched it all come down
But I’ll do it again
I know I’ll do it again
They say fools never learn, but quitters never win
If at first you don’t succeed, don’t look back: go all in
I’ll do it again
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Amelia
03:38
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You were a grad, I was a freshman
Doing whatever I could to get your attention
First you were my mentor, then we were best friends
Two years’ difference didn’t seem like much
I looked up to you, I knew I couldn’t touch
Your kindness, your talent, your ambition
But this is your life now
You live where you were born
Wear the hat your father’s always worn
In this old town
With dead-end jobs and endless Mondays
Hazy gods and lazy Sundays
I never thought I’d lose you this way one day
I thought I’d lose you underground
Hesitant to make a sound
Dragged down, just for sticking around
I thought I’d find you in the snow
Buried six feet deep below
Old boyfriends, girlfriends, cafes closed so long ago
Amelia
Amelia
Amelia, don’t come home
You took one, then two, then three years off
And I knew time and I, we’d never be enough
To reroute your misdirections
Pause your ceaseless introspections
But this is your life now
You live where you were born
Never take the acting world by storm
Working retail at home
With dead-end jobs and endless Mondays
Hazy gods and lazy Sundays
I never thought I’d lose you this way one day
I thought I’d lose you underground
Hesitant to make a sound
Dragged down, just for sticking around
I thought I’d find you in the snow
Buried six feet deep below
Old boyfriends, girlfriends, cafes closed so long ago
And if your cold lungs do fill with water
Seek the sun, you’ll find her daughters
In brighter places than you’ve ever known
Amelia, don’t come home
Amelia, don’t come home
Don’t come home, don't come home
Amelia - Amelia, don’t come home
Amelia
Amelia, don't come home
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4. |
3/2 (Loves Me)
04:14
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We’re not a perfect match,
We’re a perfect misfit
We’re the same in all different ways,
And I’m getting used to it
Spin me around, tip me over
Make me dizzy with your gaze
You are my four-leaf clover
Let me count the ways
He loves me, loves me not
He loves me, my judgment’s shot
We are green, he is yellow and I’m blue
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
Balance, like all things, is tricky
What to give and what to keep
This weight that I carry, it sometimes gets heavy
And now someone’s offering to share it with me
Keeping me whole as I’m breaking
It’s so easy, it’s so good
Keep thinking I must be mistaken
But this is constant, this is constant
He loves me, loves me not
He loves me, my judgment’s shot
We are green, he is yellow and I’m blue
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
We are weaving, dancing in three
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
I am counting to two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
One two three, one two three,
One two three, one two three,
…
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5. |
Flare
04:29
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Static almost louder than the music
Static getting louder every time the wipers wave
Crying in the car as I drive home
Cause wouldn't you know I'm no good with change
Passing tall men in tiny cars,
We're headed towards the bridge that takes us home
Little lights on little boats,
And here I am, behind the wheel, alone
Catastrophe takes ahold of me
Simplicity is lost
Easy's never easy for me
Relief's not worth the cost
As the needle breaks the skin, I wince and take my medicine
That's one week down and eighty years to go
If I live to be a hundred, won't I just be one big scar?
Promise you'll call the papers, tell them I grew old
Passing other brave women driving transport trucks
It's just girls on the road tonight
This tired life that we're living, they're just trying to make a buck
I'm just trying to make it home all right
Catastrophe takes ahold of me
Simplicity is lost
Easy's never easy for me
Relief's not worth the cost
I keep trying to tell myself that this is something I need
But I know that without it, I can still get around
The tree in my backyard's so heavy with its new summer leaves
So don't you ever try to tell me change won't weigh me down
Catastrophe takes ahold of me
Simplicity is lost
Easy's never easy for me
Relief's not worth the cost
Change won’t weigh me down
Change won’t weigh me down
Change won’t weigh me down
Change won’t weigh me down
Change won’t weigh me down
Change won’t weigh me down
And the heaviest bough
It's full of birds now
It's full of birds now
It's full of birds now
Full of birds now
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6. |
See Me Now
03:54
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Grant me now the dignity
Grant me now the dignity
You can listen if you want
Sit and listen, look away
Maybe you will hear me clearly
If you cannot see my face
And I’ll tell you not to worry
But I got dressed up today
(And I know you’ll worry anyway)
Separate the art from the artist,
Separate the woman from her words
Separate the method from the message,
Separate the seen and the heard
Celebrate the content of my character
And never let me speak
Honour me - posthumously -
Then say I’m finally free
Well, I am carved from earth and stone
And blood and water
And I am someone’s favourite person,
Someone’s daughter
And I know you’re just the cashier, someone’s kid
But I saw the way you looked at me, I did
And now it’s my superego against your id
Separate the art from the artist,
Separate the woman from her words
Separate the method from the message,
Separate the seen and the heard
Celebrate the content of my character
And never let me speak
Honour me - posthumously -
Then say I’m finally free
Like it was ever up to me
(It was never up to me) It was never up to me
(It was never up to me) It was never up to me
(It was never up to me) It was never up to me
Grant me now
The dignity I’ll get when I die
Grant me now
The dignity I’ll get when I die
See me now,
See me now,
See me now,
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now, (see me)
See me now,
See me now,
See me now,
See me now,
Oh, won’t you see me now?
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Clare Siobhan Montreal, Québec
say "shuh-VON" !
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singer-songwriter from truro, ns, in montreal
now
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trying to keep things cozy, warm, and connected
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nurturing a fierce love for the maritimes, and alllll the people around me
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