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Know Me More
02:40
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Caveman painting on the wall
Essays of young radicals
Sage detective expected it all
He was unaware of you
Men in the balcony greet their lord
A bit too impressed with power chords
Their sport and snorts mean little to me
I am their enemy, but I’m not your enemy
Snuff the angels’ light right out
You think too much about my love
I really am just as I say
Drunk in lust for you
I can’t afford to fall on my sword
Love is something more than I swore
It’s a sentence I will serve
So you better know you’ll know me more
Send me off to so far bed
Lie awake and wish me harm
By morning all your venom’s gone
But the poison’s still in me
The clouds that gather round my head
Take the form that sailors dread
I swear to you I love you still
I’m ill but I will live
So bring me coffee and Advil
I’ll wash the dishes and sing to you
There’s little good that I can do
But you seem to like me still
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The Violet Hour
03:55
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Black eyes bright in the years spent against
Solemn and true
Ecstasies you’ll taste when you’re dead
A decadent dread
Your heroes have only torn themselves down
The powers that are are unafraid now
Discipline won’t make your body your own
She wants what you won’t
So come in the violet hour and see me again
Your thick skin is aflame in January wind
I am nothing you want your true love to be
But in the violet hours you’ll still run to me
The old complaint painted over again
But the wound still remains
Your heroes have grown indifferent and wan
The powers that are are more powerful now
You’re chained to the mast as the waves rush round
You’ll drown if you must
So come in the violet hour and see me again
Your thick skin is worn, your spirit unbent
I am all that you want to leave in defeat
In the violet hours you’ll still run to me
In the violet hours, you’ll lie down with me
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Home
03:49
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I swam deep in the quarries, I still have the stones in my skin
I stumbled through the wasteland, strawberry wine in my hand
I saw my young life vanish, like lightening on the lake
I knew I’d die forever, and I knew that you felt the same
I’ve been down, down, down every road
and all I want is to turn back home
I’ve done wrong so many times old friends started turning away
I know you come from plenty, and there’s plenty that I shouldn’t say
I’m still sewn to the scent of your body, so long since you’ve been a girl
Gilded and ill in the summers of hell, back then I could never be sure
Now all I’ve got to tell you is written in lines on my skin
And silently I’ll show you, I’d do it all over again
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4. |
Suzanne
02:55
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The Natvral Princeton, New Jersey
Singer of Songs / Road Dog / Merch Man.
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