1. |
Dragon Spirit
03:59
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Born in the heat of a cold December,
With eyes that pierced like the dead of Winter
Sagittarius, I’m better on the run,
Never liked to stick around and live inside the damage I have done
The blessing and the curse of a fire breather,
I was born with a dragon spirit
Met life full throttle with rockets on my heels
Floating through the sky with a faulty reel
Nobody quite knew how to tether me to earth
That was a lesson that time would soon force me to learn
Like a purple glitter dragon shot out of a cannon
I made all my decisions with reckless abandon
I didn’t know to be brave, I just wasn’t afraid
Gotta retrace my steps, cut the lock and chain
The blessing and the curse of a fire breather
I was born with a dragon spirit
I was able to put my karate skills to use
When I met that tiny tyrant in the playground tube
And, boy, did he scream and cry and run to his Mama
I showed him what strawberry blonde and pink glasses were made of
Like a purple glitter dragon shot out of a cannon
I made all my decisions with reckless abandon
The blessing and the curse of a fire breather,
I was born with a dragon spirit
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
As I grew up, I started runnin’ out of steam
I was hit with the harsh hand of reality
When I heard footsteps that felt like murder in pursuit of me
I locked all my doors and I bottled up the urge to scream
Now, every night I dream that my time’s running out
or someone’s got an axe to the door of my house
I fight for my life every single time
and I don’t know how to escape
Day after long long day
Gotta cut the lock and chain
Gotta cut the lock and chain
Gotta cut the lock and chain
Like a purple glitter dragon shot out of a cannon
I made all my decisions with reckless abandon
I didn’t know to be brave, I just wasn’t afraid
Gotta retrace my steps, cut the lock and chain
Because every night I dream that my time’s running out
or someone’s got an axe to the door of my house
I fight for my life every single time
and I don’t know how to escape
Day after long, long, after long, long day
The blessing and the curse of a fire breather
I was born with a dragon spirit
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
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2. |
Where I'll Be Found
03:59
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I leave a piece of my soul
In the places I go
Maybe I’m the tired cliche of the vagabond
Never know if I’m running to or running from
Traveling on white lines, hanging on every line of an old heartbreak song
If ever you want to, you can find me
I’m around
If I’m not next to you, look to the trails of my treaded ground
Find the divine in the earth that surrounds
In the light of the moon, with the night bird sounds
That’s where I’ll be found
I know I escape a lot
By wheels and thought
Trying hard to leave the past behind
But it creeps up on me, it’s a spot that’s blind
I can’t find the in-between of voyage and retreat, torn in two directions
If ever you want to, you can find me
I’m around
If I’m not next to you, look to the trails of my treaded ground
Find the divine in the earth that surrounds
In the light of the moon and the night bird sounds
That’s where I’ll be found
I leave a piece of my soul
In the places I go
And they’ll be there long after I’ve gone away
In the Chicago lights, or the Carolina waves, I’ll remain
All along those white lines or find me in every line of my old favorite song
If ever you want to, you can find me
I’m around
If I’m not next to you, look to the trails of my treaded ground
Find the divine in the earth that surrounds
In the light of the moon and the night bird sounds
If you want to know what I’m about
I’m around
In the light of the moon, with the night bird sounds
That’s where I’ll be found
Where I'll be found...
Where I'll be found...
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3. |
Skywriting
04:05
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Bird hits the window, I fear it’s a call for the end
Even if it is, every end calls for something to begin
But, every open space leaves room for doubt to creep in
Talk to me, tell me I’m not a fool for believing
I see skywriting
Heart falls through the shaft every time that you walk out of sight
Everything that could keep you coming from back has entered my mind
If I sort through every outcome, then nothing will catch me by surprise
Talk to me, tell me I’m not a fool for believing
I see skywriting, oh I see skywriting
Talk to me, tell me I’m not a fool for believing
I see skywriting
Reads child don’t worry
I see skywriting
crystal prism chiming
I see skywriting
Could you believe there’s a word that I heard, it’s a sign
Maybe someone up above, trying to throw me a line
Read it in the cards, it’ll all fall in place, give it time
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4. |
All Alone in Outer Space
04:45
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I'm just glad to be here, suspended in air
On a giant rock that's orbiting fire
It's a cosmic experience, human is the state I'm in
I haven't settled into my skin
It gets kinda lonely all alone in outer space
Be nice to have some company to dance with along the milky way
I'm stuck up here just floating around
I wish I could come down
i'm on an astral voyage, intergalactic forage
for something more than meets the eye
i get so caught up in my head, i tend to get lost in it
and i'm running through the stars again
It gets kinda lonely all alone in outer space
Be nice to have some company to dance with along the milky way
I'm stuck up here just floating around
I wish I could come down
When I was a little kid, I'd send letters to aliens
On balloons into the unknown
I wanted to discover them and i felt like i was one of them
Thought maybe they could lead me home
It gets kinda lonely...
I'm a woman on a mission
To find the balance between the stars and ground
I'm on a mission
To be a little bit lost and a little bit found
Oh, it gets kinda lonely all alone in outer space
Be kinda nice to have some company, sure would be nice to see a friendly face
When I'm stuck up here just floating around
Around....
I wish I could come down
All alone in outer space
The galaxy awaits
I'm a woman on a mission
To find the balance between the stars and ground
I'm on a mission
To be a little bit lost and a little bit found
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5. |
Should've Been Prepared
04:15
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Stargazing in a lighting storm
Bathing suit in the snow, trying to keep warm
I should know better
Than to give you any piece of my heart
Should've been prepared
Should've been prepared
Should've been
To keep you at bay
Should've built a concrete fortress
To hide myself away
What did all the others do?
Why did I make an exception for you?
Why did I turn to putty?
In the palm of a traitor's hand
Should've been prepared
Should've been prepared
Should've been
To keep you at bay
Should've built a concrete fortress
To hide myself away
What did I build up all these walls for...
Just to let you walk right though my door?
I....
Should've been prepared
Should've been prepared
Should've been
To keep you at bay
Should've built a concrete fortress
To hide myself away
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
Will I learn to trust again?
Break out of this cage that I'm livin' in?
Ahhh. ahhh. ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Should've been...
Should've been prepared
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6. |
Interstate Sailors
04:28
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The navy sky ripples like a heavy dark tide
The crickets they chirp like alien birds of the night
The moon is just a few feet below surface
I lay and i stare at the ocean of stars
The sun is buried down in that deep ocean
A treasure for tomorrow, but now in the dark
Interstate sailors
Trudge on under water
With sails flying high, with sails flying high
This is my ship and I'm gonna steer it right down the highway tonight
My eyes grow heavy like the dark waves above
Those submarine pirates tread white lines and beg me to run
But, you see, i've travelled these waters before, man
I know they're just as much mine as they're yours
If you want it that bad, then you should put the work in
I know where i'm going and I'll stick to my course
Interstate sailors
Trudge on under water
With sails flying high, with sails flying high
This is my ship and I'm gonna steer it right down the highway tonight
This is my ship...
I train my gaze ahead toward the endless road,
Soul overflowing with stories yet to be told
Try to bottle the melody of the wind's violent laugh
Echoing the evil from beneath the tide
It's a strange ol' craft, but it's a mighty raft
And it carries me even when the ocean runs dry
Interstate sailors
Trudge on under water
With sails flying high, with sails flying high
This is my.... ship
And I'm gonna steer it right down that highway tonight
Right down that highway tonight
Right down that highway...
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7. |
The Wounded Healer
04:19
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Generations past, generations to come
She reignites the role of Chiron
By the light of an alchemist’s sun
Her power is the one thing that they fear the most
Treat her like a dying flame, try to stomp out her last hope
The age old story of the wounded healer
Never her own timekeeper
She spends her days casting out others’ ghosts
And her nights inside a haunted home
Earth and water, build a fortress out of the mud
Taking in each fragile, broken creature
mending wounds, while shedding blood
Pitchforks and torches, swords and sheaths, they’re on the hunt
Collective paranoia on the run
The age old story of the wounded healer
Never her own timekeeper
She spends her days casting out others’ ghosts
And her nights inside a haunted home
Will she ever leave the bound of Salem?
Have we ever left the bound of Salem? (in all our years)
Pushing past the border of Salem
Gotta put out the fires from our lineage before they burn us to the ground
Gotta put out the fires from our lineage before they burn us down
Did she dance too freely, did she sing too loud?
Was she talking wild, spinning out?
We all know magic and demonic possession is never what the persecution is really about
The age old story of a woman’s existence, her voice and men who want quiet it down
You can’t silence the sound
The age old story of the wounded healer
Never her own timekeeper
She spends her days casting out others’ ghosts
and her nights inside a haunted home
Did I dance too freely, did I sing too loud? (Have we ever left the bound of Salem?)
Was I talking wild, spinning out? (Have we ever left the bound of Salem?)
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8. |
Gathering Dust
04:56
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This old house was a beauty in her day,
But her colors have slowly faded in the rain
The neighborhood kids broke out the windows again
The ceilings weep, oh, the tears just keep falling down,
So, they’re tearing this old beauty to the ground
Three doors down, you hardly ever see a light
But, you can hear that man’s screams echo through the night
Love leaves for work, but rage pulls back into the drive
She’s bound to pay the price for his hell of a day
He takes the toll and she takes the blame
She doesn’t know where she’s going, but she’s leaving in the morning
With the dog and a small suitcase
Fill her cup with the sunrise, then make her getaway
No more waiting, praying for the day
That she won’t be sitting there
Gathering dust
Just down the street, lives a woman old and gray
Glass figures in the window catch the last light of day
The moments run together when no one stops by
Passing headlights cast shadows through the hall
While she talks to picture frame ghosts on the wall
She never got over that man she met in October
1961
She waits for the day they lay her down
So she can return to the heaven she’d found
Sometimes I hear her say
“I don’t want to sit here gathering dust“
I sit by the window, catching glimpses of life
Collecting distractions from the world outside
I’ve worn the face of grief, and I’ve been the one to do the leaving
But it’s been a while since I’ve been brave and I’m not grieving
Who am I to say a thing,
When I’m watching from the window, gathering dust?
I’m not a victim of circumstance,
Lord, I’ve got time and I’ve got plans
But somehow I’m still sitting here, gathering dust
Can’t help but sit here, gathering dust
Nothing’s keeping me here
Nothing’s keeping me here
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9. |
Gasoline in the Morning
03:52
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I’ve been watering my mind with gasoline in the morning
And by the afternoon, I wonder why I’m up in flames
Trying to grow a garden out of a ground I’d poisoned
With doubts like a wildfire in my brain
I've been watering my mind with gasoline in the morning
I’ll be ashes on the ground by tonight
I’ve been mirroring motions of a past incarnation
Where i surrendered to the silence to survive
What if I, what if I, what if I
Could put the pedal to the metal and leave it all behind?
Allow myself the freedom, find the ease of mind
And the will not to take on every challenge like it’s mine
Some elusive day, I’ll leave it all behind
I’ve been watering my mind with gasoline in the morning
Just waiting for something to set me on fire
so i cam cycle through painful memories
of living life on a thin, thin wire
And I've been filling my cup with gasoline in the morning
A match struck in the distance sends me into a rage
Takes me back to every time I've been done wrong
It doesn’t take much these days
I know I can’t forget, but will I set it aside
Before the weight of it all buries me alive
Put it in a picture frame and out of my mind
What if I, what if I, what if I
Could put the pedal to the metal and leave it all behind?
Allow myself the freedom, find the ease of mind
And the will not to take on every challenge like it’s mine
Some elusive day, I’ll leave it all behind
Some elusive day
I won’t be watering my mind with gasoline in the morning
In the morning
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10. |
Bad Time
03:58
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Woke up on fire, but I woke up free
Very first thing I spoke was just short of a scream
God pity the souls who passed me on the street
Lord, spare 'em from the shadow of the devil in me
It came on like a storm in the dead of night
A bolt of lighting to my restless mind
Had break to free from these tangled vines
If the truth is evil, then so am I
I've hit my breaking point, this is the line
No more walking on this heart of mine
'Cause there's a blood moon on the rise
And you've hurt me at a bad time
I've been hiding in the hollows, in the shade
You pretend i'm a ghost and hope i'll fade away
But, your words can't put me in my grave
And it haunts your cold and lonesome soul every day
You can hear me wailing in that raging breeze
My tears like rivers running down these streets
It's not that i'm bitter, it's not that i'm mean
I'll be an angel 'til you clip my wings
I've hit my breaking point, this is the line
No more walking on this heart of mine
'Cause there's a blood moon on the rise
And you've hurt me at a bad time
Streets like rivers...
Streets like rivers running with my tears
Streets like rivers, streets like rivers
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
I've hit my breaking point, this is the line
No more walking on this heart of mine
'Cause there's a blood moon on the rise
And you've hurt me at a bad time
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11. |
Effie Jane
03:36
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In College Hill, Kentucky, the roots of my family
Grew down by the river line
Mama told me stories of Elmer and Effie
And days on the farm in the summer time
Effie wore no diamond ring, but she had everything
Without ever having to pretend
She was wise, but not phased by the world and its' ways
Just living for the moment she was in
Effie Jane, Effie Jane
Was my Great Grandmother's name
I only met her once, just born, not even one
But, I feel like I know her just the same
She raised two good boys, they were her pride and joy,
She'd stand up to anyone who did them wrong
She wasn't one to fight, but she had a streak of fire
Thanks to Effie Jane, the high school had a prom
Effie Jane, Effie Jane
Was my Great Grandmother's name
I only met her once, just born, not even one
But, I feel like I know her just the same
Sundays at Cane Springs, they played no organ, picked no strings
But you could feel the spirit in the sound
Of every voice in the room, filling up each pew
And somewhere in my heart, I can hear Effie now
Brethren, we have met to worship and adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power, while we try to preach the Word?
Effie Jane, Effie Jane
Was my Great Grandmother's name
I only met her once, just born, not even one
But, I feel like I know her just the same
I feel like I know her just the same
Brethren, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around
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12. |
With Every Goodbye
04:06
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Papaw and I were the best of friends
We'd name squirrels and count cars for hours on end
I was only six years old when he died
It took me eight after that to be able to cry
And I've never felt more pain than I did with that goodbye
Don't know how momma did it when it all went wrong
But she kept me close and she kept me strong
Loss kept on hitting home
The family we knew were turning into ghosts
And we've never been more broken than we were by those goodbyes
Saying goodbye is a strange old thing
Just one word carries so much weight
So much power at the hands of fate
With every goodbye
I made friends, but they never really stuck
I guess you could say I was haunted growing up
I tried to be funny and the kids'd sure laugh
When the deadpan jokes I told fell flat
And I've never been more fine than I was with those goodbyes
I grew older and my eyes turned green
Told my father "See ya never" and I changed my name
All he ever did was lash out and then deny
Nothing's ever held more rage than his venom eyes
And Ii've never felt more freedom than I did with that goodbye
Saying goodbye is a strange old thing
Just one word carries so much weight
Putting the power in the hands of fate
With every goodbye
Said goodbye to the little girl crying in the corner
Of a house that was caving in
Said goodbye to all that walking in the darkness
Thinking it'd never end
Said goodbye to the helpless, boundless, reckless pain I thought I had to live in
Saying goodbye is a strange old thing
Just one word carries so much weight
Putting the power in the hands of fate
with every goodbye
and I've never felt more pain than I did in forgetting
and I've never felt more freedom than I did in forgetting
Saying goodbye...
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