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Golden Ratio
03:18
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Drake and I were drinking stolen wine
we had taken straight from his hotel.
We had known each other quite a time;
we decided that we should make out.
He was turning over all my bones
like a row of shells upon a shelf.
I had got the feeling he had known
me as well as I had known myself.
And all...around...the streets...of Rome...
he found...the golden...ratio
Measuring in three by five
the interface of hand and eye.
Sometimes I am getting in the zone.
I compile a million miles of dreams.
By my replicating ratios,
I can scale a solid scaffolding
to a roof where I can see the stars,
then I'm looking back upon the sea,
and the salt is rusting all the bars
that I climbed to find the golden mean
And all...around...the streets...of Rome...
I found...the golden...ratio
multiply to six by ten,
and then...divide...and start again.
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2. |
Adelaide
02:26
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Marmalade, marmalade comes in a can
and jam a bottle in the sand
and see who stops to read the message there.
There are ways to tell the tide and waves of change
and change is falling underfoot
and in the gutters on the thoroughfare.
Fare thee well, and wells are deep and so are sighs
when one is sizing up the damage
of the latest great calamity.
Adelaide finds a spot that's in the shade
and shades her eyes beneath a paper
while she catches up on beauty sleep.
Adelaide sits and eats her fries and shake
but she can't shake the thought
that astronauts are watching her with eyes of blue.
Blue as ice that will encase the next ice-age,
and ages later tapes and microfiche
are all they have of me and you.
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3. |
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Isn't it sweet to retreat to a water-world?
Isn't it fine to unwind?
Isn't it hard to believe there's another world
that can ignore space and time?
Wouldn't you like to be part of a bigger thing
out of the womb of the sky?
Plankton will sparkle and shine in the nether-world,
if I were them, so would I.
Bottom-feeders closing in,
and the flapjack devilfish flies again!
Water-babies pose and grin,
and the flapjack devilfish flies again!
How did you come to reside in your bubble here?
When did you first learn to dive?
Vertebrate life is a cinch in a bathysphere,
timing each breath to the tide.
Bet that you feel like a much smaller entity
down with the starfish and squid.
Deep in the darkness, there is no identity,
only the urge of your id.
Bottom-feeders closing in,
and the flapjack devilfish flies again!
Water-babies born to swim
and the flapjack devilfish flies again!
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4. |
Last Call
03:19
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girl: Do you think there's a point to catching up with the others? Did they say where they'd be, and did you say you'd be there?
boy: I don't know about you, but I am sick of the banter. They'll be talking of nothing; they won't miss us or care. How is work? Have you worked out all the things you've been trying to?
girl: It's a day-to-day thing, and there are things I would change.
boy: Are you still finding time to do the things that you love to?
girl: When I'm not too worn out, I try to get out and play.
Do you think there's a god and do you think that he made you?
boy: I don't know what I think, but I don't think that I know.
girl: Would you like to stay longer and get drinks and get somber?
boy: I am feeling a kiss coming on, can we go?
Last call...
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5. |
Superlazy
03:53
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Lie beside me,
Superlazy.
You and I be super,
lazy, awell-ah well-ah....
I've been thinking,
Superlazy,
We've been working too hard...
It's been getting kind of crazy;
we forget who we are.
Lie,
beside me,
Superlazy.
Hold and hide me,
Super,
lazy, awell-ah well-ah....
(the wakeup)
I went walking
in the evening
I let the twilight get to me...
Superlazy,
do you love me?
Do you
love me?
Superlazy
No, don't say if you do.
I'm just happy
Super, lazy
staying lazy with you....
a-well a-well-ah....
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6. |
The Sun
03:32
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I just want the
sun
to
come
I just want the
rain
to
end
I know it's been
said
be
fore
a thousand times
I seek out the
spots
of
sun
because just like
a
ny
one
I'm not always
warmed
from
with
in
sun
on
my
skin
helps
me
to
sur
vive.
I guess I just
chose
the
sun
My brothers have
sports
sea
sons
My mother just
begs
the
lord
to come again
I know that it's
not
u
nique
to feel somewhat
in
com
plete
but watching the
nor
thern
lights
shine
in
side
my
eyes
no
thing
can
be
wrong.
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7. |
The Liking
03:48
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I hate how much I like you,
yeah I hate how much I like you,
and I hate the way my heart will break when you say,
we are through.
So I gave you time for thinking,
when I left i stole your shoes,
and I walked them 'round the tree-lined town,
down Lavender Avenue.
When you call to give the verdict,
I can playfully chastise you.
I can say, "Don't say I didn't try to walk inside your shoes."
The bees were in the meadow,
the sting was in my eyes
the pain in my insides was going numb-er in the sun,
so I don't believe I'm gonna die.
I hate how much I like you,
yeah I hate how much I like you,
how you opened up my chakras and a space within my plans.
I'm toying with the notion
of drowning in this ocean
I will call my friend and she will coax me
back up on the sand
'cause she hates how much I like you,
how I waste my life in pining,
I whine to her whenever it gets sadder than it should
and I cease to see the use in trying...
Still I'd love to like you,
to feel you and to find you
for I know our minds combine in ways
that most minds never could.
And so I'd love to like you,
to taste you and to try you,
for in spite of all you didn't give, the liking did me good.
The liking did me better than I ever thought it would.
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8. |
Naughty Heart Clean
03:43
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I no longer know you,
nor do I know myself,
and I'm tired of assessing the state of my own mental health.
There's the time in the car,
and the day on the lake,
I can take inventory of each time I've made a mistake.
Heart...
and soul...
long...
to be free...
I'm much...
too old...
to start being me....
but I no longer owe you,
nor do I owe myself
for the times that I've failed;
had I not, I'd be somebody else.
So I'll sing in the car,
and I'll jump in the lake,
I will wake in the morning contented that I am awake.
Heart...
and soul...
it's time...
to be free...
Part...
of whole...
is all...
I can be.
(refrain)
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9. |
Trying
04:29
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I've been trying to
light a fire
with a stick of wood
and some twine.
I've been told you can acquire
quite a blaze this way
that is what they say
I have tried all day
just to singe some hay.
When you start to cry,
it's your funeral
when you think you're dead,
then you are.
Be yourself and give of yourself
and you'll be okay
that is what they say
I have tried all day.
I have tried all....
I am trying to
tell the truth
I am trying to
tell the truth
Never tell a lie
always tell the truth
lies will always die
truth's beyond reproof.
Little ingenue,
who told that to you?
They were lying when they said that!
I am trying to light a fire
with a stick of wood and some twine
I've been told you must be patient,
this could take some time.
who told that to you?
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10. |
Chinese New Year
04:34
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Walked along the esplanade and nodding at the people
as they go, to and fro.
You gave me your hand to hold it folded in my own like
a warm roll, in the cold.
Summer's gone and fall's upon us leaving fallen leaves
upon the ground, all around.
I require a hat and coat to even leave my room I've barely
been downtown.
And I know
I'm not hopeless
and I'm glad
you're still here
but I've gotta get focused,
give myself 'til Chinese New Year
I was just complaining how my girlfriends are all
getting up and leaving town.
Seems the rain and apathy and lack of opportunity
have got them down.
And one goes to the altar,
and one goes to the war,
and I know we're not going
anywhere we've not been before,
Love....
One day on the avenue I knew that you no longer
would be mine.
Feel just like I've felt before, foreboding it'll only be
a matter of time.
And I know
there'll be others
it won't end
'til we're dead
but I need
to recover
so take my arm, let's paint this town red!
I simply remember my favorite things...and then I don't feel so bad.
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Grey Anne Portland, Oregon
Originally hailing from Anacortes, WA, Anne Adams has been a mainstay of Portland music since 2003, playing under the monikers "Per Se" and "Grey Anne," and collaborating in electronica duo "Sweater." A trailblazer of the earnest, theatrical folk era that followed ironic indie rock, she's more recently expanded her endeavors to include work on the film Coraline, dinosaur tarot and arts journalism. ... more
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