1. |
Object Permanence
05:48
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it's difficult
for me
to recall my dreams
i swear they're much more vivid
than i make them seem
it's difficult
for me
to recall my memories
psychoanalysis
rooting through the debris
if i said i was in love
would you believe me?
listening
to rain
falling gently against the window pane
lets talk about when we went outside
to play
lets bring it back
to those simple days
disembodied voices in my head
and i've little control of what i say
you found me in this awkward place
and lord knows
these good things tend to slip away
and i
won't accept that anymore
for the sake of something better
do i dare desire more?
it's been a long few months
with all this stuff
we push ourselves to do
a little tired
a little dead
but you're still here yeah
you're in my bed
so we made love
under the stars
that you insist are there
well i have no reason
not to believe
in what you see
the things i can't perceive
perhaps that's why
you're the one i need
perhaps that's why yeah
you're the one i see
as i sit here
alone in my bed
your disembodied voice
is floating in my head
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2. |
Of Youth
03:46
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sometimes i don't believe it when you're here
i feel this relief when you are near
like rainy fields you radiate a scent
you
feels like i could speak with you for days
though nonchalant i learn so many things
and i wish i could fill in all the blanks
and just say
that's why you're the one to take my breath
as i come back from weeks of summers death
our philosophies are not contrived of youth
they're true
a branch has snapped but i don't wanna talk
about it now
my crystal ball has cracked
the vultures flap their wings up and down
as they fly accelerate their pace
up in the sky
their circle forms a portal into space
through a ring of light
and though i'm not sure what it's supposed to mean
i'll be alright
as fireworks shoot out from inside me
into the night
i'll tell you all about it when you're back
until that time i'll try to mend the crack
and i wish i could buff out every scratch
i
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3. |
Pangea
04:03
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i saw the snow on the rooftops melt
from my living room balcony
all the faces around me start to settle down
in a motion most bittersweet
and while it's all still so exotic
in my illiteracy
the street signs start to reveal themselves
the semantics of geography
pangea's spread apart
but it's still dwelling at the heart
of everything
human nature doesn't change
it doesn't change
as the lightning cracks the sky
i wonder if the gods were angry
or are they dancing through the night
celebrate the thunder they're creating
as they travel do they change?
do they go by different names?
does their reflection stay the same?
interplanetary things
as bare feel walk the marble floor
in the blaring heat, the dust and concrete
a feeling that i'd felt before
a big blue man and talking monkey
i put them mangos in them trees
i am the lone one out at sea
and if you learn to dance like me
then you'll remember what you dream
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4. |
Transition
02:56
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why do I only read on trains?
the cites pass as i remain
still
is it transit or transition?
i'm always in transition
always in motion can't sit still
when i finally make the decision
look in the eyes of my grandfather
i'd do my best to try and make amends
with his daughter
with every page i feel the change
the steal cars switch tracks and sway
you know i only read on trains
on my way to see old friends
when i finally make the decision
look in the eyes of my grandfather
i'd do my best to try and make amends
with his daughter
and as i constantly change my opinion
to the words of my old instructors
i'd finally become as absent minded
train conductor
if i don't announce your stop
i didn't look
my eyes were at my knees
where i've placed my book
if you're lucky enough
to be in my care
i'd probably forget
to take your fare
and when my shift ends i'd look outside the window
thinking about leaving
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5. |
Breathe
04:14
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i play a minor character
in the movie of my life
and i read from a script
cuz i don't know my lines
and i move with the tide
such is the state of my mind
soon the water envelopes my face
and as i sink beneath
i feel no need to breathe
as i sink beneath
i feel no need to breathe
adolescent insurgency
adulthood in infancy
learning to love again
wandering lustily
a global catastrophe
learning to speak again
a grim reaper's empathy
compassion in entropy
lost in the sea again
stillness intensity
to see right in front of me
learning to breathe again
canals forming passageways
abstractions in alleyways
learning to think again
conciousness wavering
fragments of data
lost in the stream again
floating of driftwood
the waves crashing over
waiting to see you again
and as i sink beneath
i feel no need to breath
as i sink beneath
i feel no need to breatheeee
gwaaaaaah!!
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6. |
Autumn Leaves
03:07
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soon the trees will grow new leaves as the summer comes around
but the leaves still left from autumn may linger in a lush green shroud
i know
with a stubbornness of stones
left to sort through the mess on our own
every now and then i wish to pry
we're so busy all of the time
when you ask if i feel like dancing
a solemn glance says no
light a fire with the kitchen matches
start shaking above the stove
is there no better way to fight this?
i hate to see you like this
when your melancholic flame burns brightest
oh surely none of this came out right
i wish we could be like waves
crash to the ground
but keep on flowing down
could we flow to the dirt?
and nourish the roots of our little house?
we could be atoms, air particles
we could be weightless
and with a summer's breeze
we could let go of our autumn leaves
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7. |
Waterbirds
04:01
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lost
in the suburban vastness
what is a walk to school
but a march to war?
who are these people?
what are their names?
what are names for?
what is my purpose?
my diagnosis?
will you wait with me on the shore?
where birds fly
in the distance
along a cloud
appears a shadow without a castor
and the mountainside
the back of a dragon
the rising clouds its billowing smoke
and the old soul
passed along its wisdom
to the naive saints
and the truth came
from underneath our laughter
as the autumn leaves
fell right after
my body will wear a white shroud
in a wooden coffin
weighed down
by stones
beneath the ground
i'd finally become
your disciple
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Jeremy Lordan Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Jeremy Lordan is a Singer-Songwriter Multi Instrumentalist from Ardmore, PA.
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