1. |
Pace
03:56
|
|||
|
Life moves at a pace I just can’t handle tonight.
The room stacked with a thousand thoughtless words.
My ears are a pair of blown out speakers inside,
And your thoughts are dissolved before they’re heard.
Round two brought a prayer and a whole new reason to stay,
With tempos in a time that cut me loose.
So I took a jump that only I could’ve made;
So quiet inside, it formed the truth.
I don’t expect you to recall,
the ways I bend, my gentle fold.
I will take the fall for the ones who won’t change.
I’ll still be sitting close to your arm chair, your TV, the news.
|
||||
2. |
Rest
02:49
|
|||
|
Rest in my arms for now, we’ll let the trumpets and the tap sound
This night is gonna come to pass, for better or worse
with or without us
You in your mind’s defeat, it’s just the residue of old things,
The place that you will land, will be hours away
A path you can’t erase now
It was never gonna be fun,
You will always have to choose one
I was gonna make this work, the minute you stepped off that bus
We’re gonna amplify, that little bit of gold inside.
|
||||
3. |
Everyday
03:48
|
|||
|
If I hadn’t said a thing to you that night would we be drunk and tired in separate states?
You in your southwest bar, me taking too much on, ignoring all the signs.
But instead we tore a giant hole in the plans that we had known.
Now you, you smiling in my bed, we’re broke as anything.
Everyday surrounds us, a calm before the storm.
Beautiful and crazy, you know all the way to break me.
My attention forever lost in yours, the only thing in my life I can’t disarm.
We cleared the roads completely on our own, the days of coming clean.
Secret stowaways turn into dryer days, emerging mostly free.
You will always be my breath centered in my chest.
Tied to close to fall apart, a sampling of stars.
You can always find me at the edge.
18 hours north into the snow.
Ancient words surround me when I lose my way
Headed to the place i always go.
Every day surrounds us…
Beautiful and crazy
My attention wrapped in yours, the only thing in my life I can’t disarm
|
||||
4. |
Almost
03:00
|
|||
|
I was almost pulled in by the windstorm.
Swept up in the chaos, conditions that you set forth.
Tablecloth is blowing, breaking up the picnic.
We’re gonna have to fund us, a better way of talking.
I know you need the space to climb in,
coffee and a page to slow down,
count up all the ways we never.
We could do this so much better.
I can’t replace it, only so much we can hold on
There’s too much that your body has weathered on its own.
No Highway we can take to get out,
And flying’s not the same.
A single pen and page
is how we cover ground these days.
|
||||
5. |
Buried
03:10
|
|||
|
You’ve got a lot of good reasons to never to call me back
I still lie to you in my dreams whenever you show up
The yelling comes from misplaced love and never looking back
Vibrations from walls they sound as feelings from the past
That were buried down so many years ago
And now it’s all colliding in a single noise
When the chaos showed up here I couldnt tell that
All along your grace, it was my exhale
We are deep into this season of writings on the wall
Everything we built we knew eventually would fall
And at the pivot point we had a choice to choose a different way
And I play that scene again and over and over in my head
Buried so many years ago
Just you and me as one colliding noise
Buried down so many years ago
All colliding in a single noise
When the chaos showed up here I couldnt tell that
All along your grace, it was my exhale
|
||||
6. |
Patterns
04:34
|
|||
|
Patterns mark the walls
Each line connects the last,
our attempt to draw a path out.
It was always cold
But it was that way from the start
I didn’t know that I could thaw
With the curtains drawn
The inside has crystallized
I can’t live out my old life
It doesn’t have to go to waste
But my mind is numb
Can i take this opening we have
undo the damage done
You can alway fold
You can always change your mind
Let the patterns realign
It was worth it all
Level setting at the sea
The only way I know to be
|
||||
7. |
Angles
03:12
|
|||
|
For once in my life do you think you could let me hold the reins
and choose what constitutes a win in my eyes
For once in my life do you think you could let me cross the line
hold me up real close close to the light
If this heavy load is the sin, it ignites the path we’re on.
Lying here I feel saved lost in what we know.
Angles alleys the art we perfect
Reshaping the stories is how we resist
Tangled up visions of ecstasy where we lay the blame
torn up worn out years we couldn’t escape
You treat me like I’m an anomaly but it’s not the same.
The muscles tied to you will always remain.
|
||||
8. |
Icy Sidewalks
03:09
|
|||
|
Icy sidewalk frozen pavement they took me down so easily this time
It knocked the wind right out of my chest and left me there in pieces
on the ground
I laugh in part to slow the falling and walk between the mountains when we can
Take the fights and baggage lightly surrendering the pain of frozen land
I wanna come home To a lazy, lounging afternoon resolve
You and your pendulum so dizzy swing me back and forth
I hold out hope the scattered pieces the memory of being left behind
Will find their way back to the start and choose now to come and help me up this
time
I wanna come home To a lazy, lounging afternoon resolve
You and your pendulum so dizzy swing me back and forth
|
||||
9. |
Firetower
03:53
|
|||
|
When I took the time is when I took to you
In your eyes I swore thought I saw that too
But the spaces fill up quickly in lightning rounds.
The stories come to get me and try to drag us down.
As the needle drops on the 45, the static skips and overtakes my mind
the lights in the house we made are only mine to see.
The ground doesn’t move and shake for you the way It does for me
I can see the fire from the tower’s roof embers they have taken root
Pulling in the cracked debris and burning up the air we breathe
Pair the break with the fall
match the flame to the source
If you go, if you stay
I’m a mess I’m awake
As I make my way to the other side
The record flips and the needle grinds
|
||||
10. |
Single Moment
03:28
|
|||
|
Too many years upon us too many seasons stacked
Too many stories twisted too many men’s reactions
I've been playing your game too many of our years
At the heart of the maze is a pain, in the center of it is a muscle that’s sore
The way you circled the room, tried to balance me
The way you shifted in silence said everything
you broke my heart In a single moment
My world fell apart Everything changed
Around the corner, round the corner we looked away
First you weren’t there for me, then you just weren’t there
Count all the weight up, and ground at the speed of change
You with your best suit on, me with my blanket stare, time freezes here….
|
||||
The Cabin Project Portland, Oregon
The Cabin Project - a group of all women and non-binary Portland-based musicians - is a musical hybrid of orchestral folk, rock, and indie. The band’s sound stems from haunting choruses, three-part harmonies, pedals, synths and strings. Sonically expansive, but heartfelt and intimate, The Cabin Project has used the last 14 years of writing and performing together to hone a sound all their own. ... more
If you like The Cabin Project, you may also like:
Following up their excellent comp of Bay Area talent, OIM release Whiskerman's new gospel-tinged LP.
go to album
Harp-wielding Brooklynite Pamela Martinez crafts frisky songs, blending epic vocal harmonies with a horn-heavy orchestral backing.
go to album
The Power Of The Heart: A Tribute To Lou Reed
by Various Artists
Keith Richards, Rosanne Cash, Lucinda Williams, Joan Jett, and more pay tribute to the enduring and visionary music of Lou Reed.
go to album
Move To The Trees
by Winter McQuinn
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs.
go to album
Colourless Green Ideas
by Misty Lanes
Psych-rock from Sydney with hints of ’60s pop in its fluttering melodies and twinkling instrumentation.
go to album
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith.
go to album
Juxtaposing poetic balladry with roaring feedback and warped piano lines, the Vermonter's music is as stunning as it is unsettling.
go to album
