1. |
Within the Bovine's Bay
01:35
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Bury me
Deep within
The sea
Within the sea
Within the
Sea
Deep within the waves
You'll bury
Me
In the
Bovine's'
Bay
Hear the crash
As it falls
Away
Wind
And fog
God's
So misty
When I'm
Cradled
Softly
In the arms
In
The arms
Of
The wild
Shore
I wanna run
Across this bridge
And fall asleep
Upon this rift
Sleep
for so long
The grass
Grows over my lips
And I
Fade
Into
This
Mountain
Become one
With
this
Cliff
Promise me
You'll remember me
You'll hear my voice
When I leave
May
Upon your lips
My name
Sick
Sweet
In the faded blue
Of your crinkled
Sleeves
Promise me
That upon this land
You'll kiss me softly
And when
You
Ascend
You'll leave me here
Upon this sea
Within this sway
Within
The arms
Of the
Bovine’s
Bay
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2. |
Better (At a Distance)
03:10
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She wants to braid
Your hair.
I want to
Hold
You
Close.
She already has you
In her arms
And you're probably
Lying there
Right
Now.
And you look
So
Pretty.
And you feel so lucky
And I wish
Only
Good things
For you
And if I wish for you
Good things
And I'm not
One of those
Good things,
That means
Not being
With
You.
And You'll let her
Braid your hair
Because you love to see
Her smile,
She looks so perfect
When she smiles
And you still love her
And she's still so pretty
When she cries.
She already has you in her arms
And you feel
Safe
And
warm.
But nonetheless, you’ll toggle my mind
And keep me
At a distance.
Because you feel
So
Happy.
Happy that you're so
Lucky
And I wish
Only
Good things
For you.
As hard as that
Is
For me
To do.
And if I wish for you
Good things
And I'm not
One of those
Good things,
That means
Not being
With
You.
And I guess I'll
Grow into
I guess I'll grow into
Being fine
with
Not being
With
You.
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3. |
This Old-Roping Bridge
01:55
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I turn
And watch you
Walk away.
There's no use in crying out now
You won't come back
For me.
And I wish that I could follow you
Home but
I just can't
This old roping bridge
Swings back and forth
And I won't get off
Again
I guess the day started out the same
We ran across these mountains
Yelling out our names
At the top of our lungs
Then shouted
Each other's out
In love.
But I guess good things
Are never
Meant to last
Because happy isn't now
Happy's in the past
And now I'm no
Longer aware
Of anything other
Than the swirl of your hair
Lightly floating in
The
Breeze.
But alone this rope bridge swings
And alone on this perth,
Is me.
And I can hear
My mother screaming
I won't come down
No matter
If she's bleating her
Little
Arms
Out.
And I fell apart
And now I'm left crying
How can you leave me alone
Can't you see that I'm dying
Out
Here?
That
I looked down
And I saw nothing
But
Fear.
It’s getting late,
Everyone's going
But I
Just
Can't.
I've been left
Stumbling
Blindly through the darkness
Trying to find
Just who I
Am.
Without your face
Without your smile.
Nothing to chase,
Just wait a while
And breathe.
And no not today
But maybe
Someday
I
Can
Leave.
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4. |
Good
03:09
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The slope of your nose
As you lie your head
Against the window.
If I could
I'd make this
Bus ride
Last forevermore
And you'd never
have
to
leave.
And we could just sit
And we'd never have to speak
It’d be more than enough
To just see you arch your back
Across the table
In front of me
And it would just
feel
so
Perfect
Had to get drunk
Just to talk to me
Because your nervous
Is silence
And my nervous is speak
I can't really talk
To you
Unless I'm drunk
And you're so damn
Obnoxious
It gives me such a rush
I'm trying to be less cautious
But I just like you
So much
And I know that this was
Kind of dumb
Because when it comes to time
We could've really never
had
too much
But feelings suck
And it's just as such
And when it comes to you
I was left constantly
Squeezing our thumbs
But now you're going
And I wish I could've said much more
When it comes to not knowing
I know I left
My armor
On your floor
And you'll swarm around
My brain
Become the sweetest
Dessert cake,
But now you are leaving
But I've grown quiet
And to you
This is
My last refrain
You're
So
Good
You're
So
Good
You're
So
Good
You're
So
Good
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5. |
I Am
02:47
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I got drunk on an airplane
Granted,
I’m a lightweight
So that just meant one tiny bottle of
Cabernet
And I did what I always do
Which is almost cry
Around near strangers
And build relationships
Around loosely guarded
Drunken
Vulnerability
And for hours
We were crying
And they told me
I’m not unloveable
Even though
You told me
I
Am.
I got drunk down in Yorkshire
Three gin and tonics
Found a vending sex toy machine
In the pub bathroom
And we all toasted
The fact that I got it
Damn
I’ve been crying around
Strangers
A lot
Fishing for compliments
Not eating dinner
Before going out
So I can hold myself off
From thinking
That I’m something
I’m not
Because I’m not
Unloveable
Even though
You make me
Feel
That way.
Sensitivity
Can be
A strength
Or a weakness.
You told me
I was callous
And crass.
And here I am
An ocean away
Unable to concentrate
Because all I’m thinkin' about
Is what you’re doing
This
Weekend.
Every time
I get away
The cold harsh
reality
Begins to seep in.
You like
Revealing yourself
Like
A flasher
In my thoughts
And we’re all shocked
And everything stops
And the police came
But you’ve already run away
And now you’re free
To torture me
Come again
They always
Come again
And they all chant that
“You
Are
Unlovable.
You
Are
Unlovable.
You
Are
Unlovable.
You
Are
Unlovable.
You
Are
Unlovable.”
And I’m
Tempted to say
“I
know”.
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6. |
But Heather
04:43
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And I feel
That I've been walking here
Forever
And I feel that I
Will never
Quite
Get
Home
All the streets are dead
And not a seed
Of bottomdowned browns
But heather
And I wanna throw myself
Into the river
And drown
And this city here
Is not much
Of a
City
At all.
In all these
Single family houses
Would they even
Hear the
"Splash"
If I
"Fall"?
And the sun will rise
And the sun will set
And I will die
And they will
Forget
And in the end
It'll be like
I was never
Here
At
All
And I feel
That I've been walking here
Forever
And I feel that I
Will never
Quite
Get
Home
All the streets are dead
And not a seed
Of bottomdowned browns
But heather
And I wanna throw myself
Into the river
And drown
And my body, caught adrift
In the isle's down slit
And my tresses
Will sink
To the floor.
And it would
Be so
Romantic
Hands swinging
Oh so pendantic
Down to the
Yorkshire
Watered-down
Floor
And something would happen
And something would happen
Something would finally happen
You see
And everything's so boring
And I guess they need a warning
And now I guess that warning
Is me
And as my name is hurled out
Towards
The sea
I
Lunge
Out
Towards it
Life's
A mere blip
And I descend
And I
Descend
And I
Descend
Cause I feel
That I've been walking here
Forever
And I feel that I
Will never
Quite
Get
Home
All the streets are dead
And not a seed
Of bottomdowned browns
But heather
And I wanna throw myself
Into the river
And drown.
And I wanna
Throw myself
Into
The river
And
Drown
And so I throw myself
Into
The river
And
Drown
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7. |
Catherine
01:42
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In the early mornin’
I think I might hear
Your name.
Screaming from the mountains
Oh lady
Return from
The flame.
In the rush of the evenin’
The stars threaded through
Your
Hair.
There’s a rush
In the evening
And Catherine
I wish you
Were there.
There’s a tremblin’
In this city
The horns bleat
An old
Man’s tune.
Oh Catherine
M’lady
Oh I wish I
Could come back
To you.
Green eyes
Fall back
Into
My
Arms.
Oh Catherine
M’lady
I’m wounded
And have been
Disarmed.
Cold and
Unfamiliar
The world
After
Your face
But one day
My Catherine
I’ll be flying
Through
Your space.
And yes my friend
I’ll come back again,
Your arms the only place
I feel
Safe.
But goodnight
My Catherine
’Til then
I’ll be
Dreamin’ of your
face
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8. |
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Loving you
Is a
Cool
Blue
Morning.
When and where
The ice
Is
Green.
And the colored birds
Are screaming
Their warnings,
But it's
Just you
And
Me.
Holding you
Has been a long
Time
Coming.
Blaring straight at me
Like an
Approaching
Train,
And the men in blue
are calling out
Warnings
But all
I Hear
Is
You,
A quiet
Refrain
And I wonder
If
You and me
Could last
Forever?
Or am I just a mess
Too obsessed
With being
Free?
I'm an oxymoron
Trying desperately
To hold on
When I know
That I get bored
Unless I'm just
Spending time
With me.
And losing you,
Will be
A
Dark
Damn
Evening.
And the grass will die,
As a frost
Permeates
The air.
The stark black
Crows
Will stay silent
Because
Their warnings
Have already
Donned
An acclimate
To my reality
Where loving you
Is such a
Lonely place
To
Be.
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9. |
Dublin
05:04
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The skies are gray in Dublin
The seas were rife
With sunsets
Home seems like a wasteland
All the way from here
And as the planes begins to send so
I don't want to
I don't want to
I don’t want to
Go.
The longer I'd stay,
The more drastic
And dire the consequences
The longer I'd pray,
The more inclined I'd be to make defenses
Become defensive
More offensive
All I ever
Fucking
Wanted
Was
You
And I’m
Wasting Time
Time
I’m wasting
Time
The air is harsh
And mean back home
Can I stay here
And maybe we
Could be alone?
And we
Could be a wasteland
A monster with
Four hands
I wish I could just
Stay here
With you
Like I want to
Like I want to
Like I want
To
Know
And I’m getting
So restless
Please don’t
Send me
Back home
I’m drowning over
Here
But I’m already
Eerily floating
On my
Stomach
Over
there
And you’re
Wasting Time
Time
You’re wasting
Time
And you’re still
Not mine
Mine
But I
Can’t
Have
You
No no no no
No no no no
Not like I want to
It’s 5 in the morning
I wanna stay while you’re leaving
I want to walk you there
And hold your
Hand.
But you don’t want that
And i know time is fleeting
And I can’t help you to understand
No I
Can’t
Help you
If your heart won’t
Distend
If your arms
Will not
Extend
And wrap me up
Inside
Of
Them
But have we wasted time
Because you’ve bettered mine
And now it’s 2 pm
In New York
And i’ve spent every hour
Just wanting you
By my side
And you’re so kind
You’re so
Damn kind
And I was wondering
If we
Could just
Be
alone?
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Rebecca Karpen New York, New York
I play baritone ukulele and cry a lot.
Go figure.
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