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bury me high
05:25
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when i die, bury me high
take my ashes
spread them where i had good luck
take my ashes
spread them where i was brave
do not bury me
i do not want to get stuck
do not bury me
don't you put me in no grave
when i die let me fly
over the mountain down the mountainside
and when you lay me down real slow
lay me down under the undertow
when i'm finally old and grey
take me to places far away
let me go, and for me sing:
"at last you're part of everything."
let a teaspoon go
in the streets of Seattle
where i grew up
had little luck (but i was brave)
let another go
in the state capitol
and all my friends there will feel me in the air
when i die bury me high
take my ashes
spread them where i had great love
take my ashes
spread them where i was made
do not bury me
of flight, i've not had enough
do not bury me
don't you put me in no grave
reunite me
with the earth we all come from
please divide me
so at last i can feel one
carry me to the beaches
of oceans my feet often kissed
take me to the reaches
of the woods that i have missed
fly me on a plane
to France or Greece or Spain
Argentina or Brazil
ain't been yet but surely will
and if i like the Caribbean
let a spoonful mix in with their sand
and if i fall in love in the Netherlands
let another one out into their winds
when i die bury me high
take my ashes
spread them where i had good luck
take my ashes
spread them where i was brave
do not bury me
i do not want to feel stuck
do not bury me
don't you put me in no grave
when i die
bury me high
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rotten cherries
03:25
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goodnight darling, goodnight
goodnight darling, sleep tight
sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams
your breath smells like rotten cherries
your breath smells like rotten cherries
i didn't know, i was only a baby
i didn't remember, but it's coming back lately
you open the door in slow-mo
click it shut just like a whisper
grab the wall, traverse the hall
i stare through stair rails, little whimpers
mom and dad are gonna fight tonight
been a long time since i slept right
mom and dad are gonna fight tonight
they're monsters under my bed
where's my nightlight?
your breath smells like rotten cherries
your breath smells like rotten cherries
i didn't know, i was only a baby
i didn't remember, but it's coming back lately
"hey kids, clean your rooms, i promise
when i get back we'll make it Christmas"
brother and i, we did it all
you grab the wall, traverse the hall
in my youth and little rages
my mouth ran for many pages
couldn't stop my tongue from swearing
and all you say is "what are you wearing?"
"whatever the hell i fucking want
did you notice that i'm growing?"
you're a broken record, can't talk
as i watch your eyelids lowering
mom and dad are gonna fight tonight
been a long time since i slept right
mom and dad are gonna fight tonight
they're monsters under my bed
where's my nightlight?
your breath smells like rotten cherries
your breath smells like rotten cherries
your breath smells like rotten cherries
your breath smells like rotten cherries
i didn't know, i was only a baby
i didn't remember, but it's coming back lately
so goodnight darling, goodnight
goodnight darling, sleep tight
sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams
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here comes your man
03:34
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he gonna make you promises
he gonna make you lose your head
he gonna make you promises
and if he does, disregard them.
he gonna buy you diamond rings
they're just rocks, but shiny things
her gonna buy you diamond rings
should be the coal in his stocking
here comes your man...
he gonna tell you plenty of lies
sweet nothings romanticized
he gonna tell you plenty of lies
but he's looking for himself in your pretty eyes
he's gonna swear he'll be true to you
never hurt you like the others do
he's gonna swear he'll be true to you
but cause a kind of pain that's all brand new
here comes your man...
he'll wanna know where you've been all night
push your buttons, pick a fight
he'll wanna know where you've been all night
well you answer his questions with .45
there goes your man.
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tourniquet/opiate
04:46
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what do i do for you?
what do i do for you?
you're bleeding right through
your shirt once was white and new
what do i do for you?
what do i do for you?
i don't know how to stop the bleeding
oh in fact it seems i only feed it
if your blood was boiling and hot
i'd just stoke the flame and stir the pot
so please don't you come to me
in your agony
i am the scab you keep peeling off
and then i am the aspirin that you pop
which means i'm only gonna make you bleed
i'm only gonna make you bleed
i was never good to fix up much
like a lesion, laceration or hemorrhage
i am not your doctor, surgeon or nurse
you can count on me to always make it worse
and i'm sorry for the things i said
i know you're seeing red
but the person that you think i am
is just inside your head
i won't pretend that i'm your savior
your repairer or debt payer
and i cannot fix you
not now and not later
i'm sorry for the things i said
but i can't be your hospital bed
i promise it won't help your head
i know this from experience
so what do i do for you?
my remedy is not your cure
i tried to be your tourniquet
or an ineffective anesthetic opiate
so please don't you come to me
in your agony
i could not fix you if i tried
so go to sleep, go to sleep my little child
oh go to sleep, go to sleep my little child
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Anna Gordon
emotional folk songs, heavy on the lyricism
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