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you loved him until the funds ran out
now his mind has changed to nothing but doubt
so i'll ask you again why you’re just friends
and you look up to say well see that just depends
could he dry up or at least pay a bill
would he leave his son i don't think that he will
you held her until there was one more
she dreamt in your bed you walked out of the door
now the rain has fell and your name has been blamed
you say man you should know the new one’s untamed
what the fuck does that mean i think i’m sorry for you
and you'll see what i mean when I say don't stand in the canoe
so this is the end they won't bend to your will
they won't see that for you it was all just a thrill
so i’ll ask you again why it is that we’re friends
i could say fuck you and never care to make amends
i could say fuck you and never care to make amends
never care too never care too never care too make amends X4
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China White
03:45
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She was a friend
the times we shared forever spared
the memories of you and me
cross the waves of the black sea
China white like a gunfight
Its china white
china white what an oversight
its china white
a mother sits on her daughter's bed
memories of what she had said
the peddler stands on hastings and main
while his customers struggle to find veins
it doesn't prefer the rich or poor
its mighty hold too strong to shed
i just wish it was me instead
i just wish she had never bled
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I guess you Could Say
03:50
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I guess you could say
I guess I could say a lot of things to you
but the truth is that back at the cafe
I probably should have kissed you
and I believe that everyone goes down
but to come back up
it's a awful long climb my dear
and my sisters are strong
so I climb to be like them
and the things i've done wrong I too will condemn
and i don't know where we stand
what is this
and when we are together my life is bliss
so i guess I could say i guess I could say a lot of things to you
but the truth is that i am too fucking scared too
and this thing we have whatever it may be
I haven't had it in a long time
and i guess i could say
I guess I could say a lot of things to you
but the truth is that i'm to fucking scared too
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Woke Up Falling
05:01
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It’s not a dream But you woke up falling
All around the flowers lay flat
And you stained your knees were you crawling
You want to stop the Muffled weeping
You look to see it’s no longer you
It's the part of me your keeping
Your mother’s on the phone tonight
And it’s time your haunted by
a note you’re meaning to write
The radio sing It will be alright
When your sleeping
And If you could saw what the mirror’s view
Would it stop you again
iron ladders covered with a tattoo
And maybe it’s the websites you are on
Could that be the cause
Are they making you withdrawn
I know your down under and counting calories
And always brushing your teeth
dreaming to be in one of these galleries
You passed out again did you hit your head
I got to leave
I don’t want to be seen eyes red
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It’s your day to espouse but before your act Remember the farmhouse The time hijacked
Consider the crusade He made your name Summer nights we laid in our A frame
The Bells chime loud to promote your dedication I sit here Proud but yearning your sensation
The clock clicks count the burning bridges You remember his account feelings in deitches
We’re lovers new with a reset fuse Changed world view forgiven Dues
t’s a new start at last For everything I hope i have learned something
There’s time now to breath the fires burnt down The knife was sheathed it tore your wedding gown
Its a valid thought but don’t you worry bell We won't get caught in a dingy hotel
We buy a house down on emerald lake Forgiven by your spouse for the wasted wedding cake
My distressing past gave way to genuine clarity As the forecast cried for some solidarity
It’s Time passed fast It’s Time enhanced A greater contrast we closser danced
We’ve aged now satisfied with ghost’s of romance That push and guide us to a brighter expanse
That makes kin cry the tim
I hope i have learned something for tonight when x’s are eyes
and the pump stops pumping will you be the prize
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Emilia
03:14
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Emilia your golden eyes
God I Hope that’s that the prize
My nihilism Rebutted
And my hearts Flooded
Emilia come take a walk
Coffee or tea come on lets talk
Friends that's what we are I suppose I'll agree
So here I sit in the car Wondering if you will flee
I pour it into my guitar Should i just let you be
Or should I hop a railcar So many places In my mind
I dreamed about tranquill weekends
Together in The valley of Sonoma
Drinking wine and making amends
Satisfied with the vineyard aroma
Found comfort with my old Friends
They tried their best to liberate my coma
A day to think is what he recommends
So here I sit in kelowna
Was it me or was I deceived
I write these songs because I can't stand dating
I hope to be heard is what i have achieved
My Clouded thoughts are so frustrating
It’s true that you and me is what I always wanted to believe
Thom Yorke says it best true love that is waiting
And with that fact I sit back relieved
So I Propose together we go skating
Emilia your golden eyes
God I Hope that’s that the prize
My nihilism Rebutted
And my hearts Flooded
Emilia come take a walk
Coffee or tea come on let’s talk
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