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Not feeling quite alright,
Because I'm wasting my life
just five more minutes at a time,
Feeling anything but groovy.
I sit cross-legged at life's doors,
Tryna decide which ones to explore,
First one closes then two, then three, then four,
And then more.
And I know it's worth fighting for,
But last night I dreamt about magic fucking dinosaurs.
The thing with this life is it's all about perception,
Like I'm Di Caprio and this is Inception.
When will my totem fall,
Because I don't know if I'm dreaming anymore.
Collecting creeds and codes,
And digging them deep
To plant the person I'll be when I'm old.
Stripping seasoned seeds from my bones.
I count from one to ten,
Hoping by then my mind makes it up out of bed,
It's been tucked in since I moved back in.
And I can't tell,
Am I feeling the right way or have I delved into hell?
But this is what I know,
If your life is standing still then you gotta get going.
You gotta get going.
I said you gotta get going.
And I know it's worth fighting for,
But last night I dreamt about magic fucking dinosaurs.
The thing with this life is it's all about perception,
Like I'm Di Caprio and this is Inception.
When will my totem fall,
Because I don't know if I'm dreaming anymore.
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Colouring In
03:38
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I wanna walk a mountain top,
To see what I can't see,
They'll be fun and some sun,
And the grass will go green for me.
I wanna sail an oceans breeze,
To see what I can't see,
They'll be treasure and the weather,
Will keep keepin' blue for me.
And I sit down this deep deep hole,
Wondering how to get out.
I pull and tug at the hair and gold,
That stitch up my mouth.
An some days I look down at the cold dark earth beneath,
I watch the worms and the spiders and bugs,
Make home on my feet.
But some days I look up at that blue ring in the sky,
And I can't help but think,
My, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh...
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Burritos And Blues
05:30
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Tryin' not to burn in the sun,
Dippin' my toes in the fun,
Diggin' my heels in the sand,
Swimmin' as close as I can to land
But when we talk do you fade off or are you listening?
Does your heart do summer-salts when we are kissing?
Do I write you songs and buy you flowers?
Am I what you think about at night for hours?
Do I take my time or let it go?
Do I hold my hopes high or bury them low?
Do I love you?
Oh fuck, man, I don't know.
Watching the sun sinkin' down,
Stacking up stones til' I reach the clouds,
Fishin' for the end of the day.
Usin' my own fucking heart as bait
But maybe I could get the bus to you at weekends,
I'll send my heart to you in parts so we won't just be friends.,
I'll buy a plane we'll fly away to somewhere stupid,
I'll make Einstein bend space and time and I'll walk through it.
Do I take my time or let it go?
Do I hold my hopes high or bury them low?
Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Do I love you?
To tell you the truth,
Was just excited to be smoochin',
Someone pretty as you,
But I knew that,
We shared no deep connection.
Cos' of my misconceptions of two.
Thought I would fall head over heals for ya,
Cook some shitty meals for ya,
Thought we could stay up late,
On our fourth date,
Thought you could cure the gloomer,
Thought love would come much sooner than this.
Felt just like the meanies that I threw to you,
Moved away with no excuse,
My goodbye was worse then that burrito place I took you to
I hope you're feeling better cos' I'm not,
I hope you're feeling better cos' I'm not.
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Twitcher
03:47
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Hey Big Bird you've been here for a while
But we've never ever met despite my smiles oh,
Why so,
Why so?
You walk real tall like you own this pier
But always fly away when I try to get near,
Why so,
Why so?
Hey Big Bird do you feel okay?
Your feathers look strong and your beak looks straight but you
Fly low,
Fly low.
You could spread your wings and reach the top of the sky
And tip-toe on the stars until the day you die but you,
Fly low,
Fly low.
Hey Big Bird take me to your nest,
I've been watching for a while and I need some rest
Fly home,
Fly home.
I watch you hunting in the night
But you'll never catch that fish without an light.
Fly home,
Fly home.
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Drowsy Waterford, Ireland
Jack Howard.
Song writer from Tramore, Waterford.
Extremely
DIYing these recordings via audacity and a microphone I found in a bin.
Some flaws are left in intentionally to add humanity while some are left in because laziness.
Most songs best experienced while stoned and alone in your room or else riding a bus in the rain just like in every sad songs music video you've ever seen.
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