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PINWHEEL
03:14
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The summer before last summer I was picking wild fruits in the driveway
All alone, alone all day in the driveway.
No one to hear me say, no one to hear me say, no one to hear me say
I'm going out on a limb here
I need to be talked down
I'm going out on a limb, I'm calling even though I know you don't give a shit.
There I was, there I was, hanging on to a lost cause
Like blackberries over-ripened, stuck to stems, about to rot
Needing from a needless being, lackluster and lucid dreaming
Mouth open wide, but there's no speaking
What is the meaning?
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CURE
05:34
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It happens slowly, first you don’t look at eachother as closely
You misspeak and don’t correct yourself, you want to just be understood
and to not have to try I realize it’s hard to keep the lights on
and it’s easy to relax into the comfort of something old, it’s easy… easy
but old things wear out, old love knows new love doesn’t know what it’s talking about
it talks anyway, and that’s the roundabout
and you can go great distances within it til you find yourself without, out.
It rarely hits you like a cannonball, barely leaves a mark at all
It slides in sideways between a few long days and small ways in which a lover can be unlikeable
But don’t lose your reason, don’t let yourself stop believin
You made it happen, and you have to own the outcomes of your actions
It doesn’t get better from here, when it doesn’t make sense anymore
You are your only cure, you are your only cure you are your only
you are. you.
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CREEKWATER
04:03
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I hope when she’s rolling him over
when he’s stroking her hair and cupped in her palms
Like creekwater and peaches
I hope his body gives out on him
I hope his legs become wet reeds
I hope he sleeps and sees me, wakes and sees me
Tries every bitter, bored cure for his aches and sees me,
I hope his heart reels and his bark peels
I hope she renders him artless
And he finds the rottenest love, and drags around the dead carcass.
Because….
Sometimes you gotta just wish’em the best, sometimes you gotta be mad as hell
When the love of your life is a narcissist, and you couldn't keep the peace he wouldn't make with himself
Well there’s a bright, bright, bright, bright, bright side to leaving
You can believe it even when it’s looking grim
And it takes a long, long, long, long time to get on top of all the grieving
But he was a season that you could not remain in.
Remain, remain, remain, remain, remain at peace with yourself
And the rest will fall right into place
Don’t hate, don’t hate, don’t hate, don’t hate, don’t hate
What you can’t change about him, you can live without him
You can live, you can live, you can live, you can live,
You can live, you can live, you can live, you can live
You can live
You can live
You can live
You don’t need that shit.
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DARK
07:01
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Dark, dark, dark it’s dark
Down in my heart it’s dark
Capsized and caught off-guard
Down in my heart it’s dark
Down in my heart it’s dark.
When, when, when again
Will I become the woman I’ve been
And break the branch that barely bends
Beneath my present efforts
Beneath my present efforts
AH HA AH HA AH AH HA
What did they expect from me? Love and string and endless bead?
But I don’t wear much jewelry
I cannot hold everything
I only have two hands.
I only have two hands and brittle bones, there are things so heavy I just had to let them go
And watch them glide, like a bird that found it’s window and had to go home
Had to go home
Because some lungs just need open air while others breathe what’s barely there
And some can sip to quench a thirst while others must be fully immersed
And me I find myself begging to drown, saturated in shimmer and sound
So give me breath and spirit song, til i’m gone, till i'm waterlogged
Rhythm, melody and verse til it hurts, til it hurts
I’m a crumbling mess at my very best
Take it or leave it but let me rest, til I’ve mended
Til I’m whole again
Til I’ve befriended
My own soul again
Til it hurts, til it sparks, til I’m sure, til it’s dark
Til it hurts, til it sparks, til I’m sure, til it’s dark dark dark it’s dark
Down in my heart it’s dark
Dark dark dark it’s dark
Down in my heart it’s dark.
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HYDRANT
05:44
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Walking to find where the water originated
My love is hung over and cannot get out of bed
Always trading the laughter of night for the next morning’s head
I said whatever the difference, I’ll pay it for you
I’ll delay the day toward you
Will you come to the door, will my love roll you over?
Oh, the booze has been begging me too like I know it begs you
To move on and let go or get sober
But can ya see the light coming for us, it’s right at the corner
It could be so much better
It could be so much better
It could be so much better
It could be so much better
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Weird Year Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
Harrisburg-based folk-adjacent band led by Tara Toms, featuring long-winded, heavily-harmonized love songs,
existential euphoria, linear melodies and circular conversations with a pinch of twang and the occasional polyrhythm.
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