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A CITY LIKE THIS
05:27
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the ennui seems unending
as the snow shines descending
the weeks feel like months
one feels there's no end in sight
as days start to blend
thoughts of seasons change persist
as the hands of time cease to exist
when it's dark on your way
to and from work
and your life just feels like clockwork
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over dress, and layer-up
you don't want, to get stuck
shivering & cold
frozen to the bone
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i've been exhausted it seems
this winter's bearing down on me
i have to admit
i question if it is worth it
living in a city like this
i've been staying up too late
and sleeping in too long
would i benefit from a simulated dawn
would light therapy one hour a day
help these winter blues
until the summer comes again
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CHANGED THE LOCK
04:10
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swapped out the lock, cut a new key
stayed up too late, and awoke quite early
smelling of paint and bleach through & through
i am a mess i bet you are too
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i bathe with pope in 1984
showering with the good lord
hanging from the door
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i wish this was, something we owned
since front to back, we've cleaned to our bones
now head to toe, aching & dead
tired from the work it takes just to rent
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i belong, i belong to you
what you want, or need me to do
is not that hard, easy i'd say
right in your palms is where i will stay
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at the crack of sunrise
my feet on the cold wood floor
the stairs creaked as i made my way down
and out through the door
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out through the porch
and onto the grass
i swear i saw heaven
but that feeling soon passed
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DEAD ARE MY PEOPLE
04:28
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gone are my friends and i am here
living as i was young
roaming among restless beds
hollow eyes and hazy fun
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dead are my people
just remnants now
dead are my people
in a burial ground
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the pain from hearing the preaching
of the fortunate cuts true and sharp
of the miserable aging ones
that subscribe to the young at heart
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ambition beyond existence
the breath beyond my lips
is dark and cold and empty
the deeper the dreams i miss
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enough drinks and i think i'm on the losing end
it gets dark and i start thinking not if rather when
how long will you be my love
hold on calm down where are my thoughts coming from
far gone and tightly wound conclusions were jumped that we're done
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how long will you be my love
how long will you be my love
how long do i have can you approximate
how long will you be my love
how long will you be my love
does it make you cry when you contemplate
or are you quite content as you can't draw a date
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would i rather be loved or rather be right
it's hard to gather a future with you not by my side
i'll try trust me these words now positively
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Hold it in if the bullets bit
If the lie is bought from pent up shit
Exit wounds don't go away
And the glance you shot won't ever fade
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Eyes sometimes roll now and then
Guards are put up and wars begin
And love is taught from an early age
To seek higher ground and politely wait
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Is this heaven only yours
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The fever broke the veins have popped
The temples ached all feelings stopped
And all is still nothing moves
Thank you pills thank you booze
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7. |
LAMBCHOP
03:36
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Rubbing salt on the wounds
Kissing soft rosemary
Soft to the touch of the tooth
Drunk off of cheap sherry
Kissing soft rosemary
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Lamchop
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From bottom lip to finger tip
Tasting sweet and salty skin
That melts off the bones that I bit
Born of prairie wheat or new new zealand wind
Raised on land then buried in
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8. |
LOVE COME TOGETHER
04:18
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I want to evaporate into droplets
A million and one to be exact
Till I drip off your lips and your eyelids
And I become your skin and your fat
And muscles ache and are weakened
As I've caused you a burdensome load
Soaked in all of my weakness
Dripping and drenched to the bone
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Love come together again and again
A fusion that seldom will break and or bend
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I want you to burn into embers
And cover my whole in your flame
Till I crumble and pile into ashes
And your fire is never contained
Reaching my furthest corners
And boundaries swallowed intact
With licked lips tongue red as coal
Dripping and rendering my fat
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Love come together again and again
A fusion that seldom will break and or bend
Love come together again and again
A cataclysmic explosion and then then again
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Dim lights hiding all the that don't look right
Success now I feel much better barely dressed
In tight tucked and fairly warm called it a night
My best today at least I tried tomorrow's next
Eyes shut gotta open one and then get up
Stretch my skin and bones etc everything within
First cup of coffee makes me feel like a million bucks
Planning a productive day in my head while showering
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Positive thoughts breed positivity
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Streetlights in unison start the commute out right
Bright eyes open to the mornings coloured skies
And the cities sights cjtr and the soundtrack it provides
To the drive through Regina from another to one side
Lock and key home safe and sound and the quickly clean
A candle lit nice glass of wine and a cigarette
Quietly expand upon with something to read
Enhance my wit till I'm so witty that I'm drowning in it
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THE HEAD ON THE SHOULDER
05:41
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The head on the shoulder left a question lingering like smoke in the air, was it love or just exhaustion, or a bit of both here and there, one wonders if they'll regret what they miss, or should they sip on a moment like this, a moment like this, slow, where no one else knows what you're thinking, and you least of all as the head on your shoulder starts speaking, and says hey what you thinking
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The comfort in the silence reveals things in different ways, how you take them is subject, aligned or out of phase, and the question it asks is a quiet one at that, do wispers remain or are voices raised, are voices raised and grow so everyone knows what you're speaking, and you wanna crawl away from it all and start shrinking, and wonder what in the hell are you thinking
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When thoughts collide while descending, should it be taken as a sign, that certain things have an ending, when they are constantly unaligned
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the Lambta Da's regina, Saskatchewan
The music's expression is paradoxically less solar and extraverted than the character of the seasons would lead us to believe. More than strength or richness there is an intensity, a sensation replete with freshness and firmness, which is remarkable. This deep and confident presence that persists over time becomes the memory of the music, possibly for always. ... more
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