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Broken Glass
03:06
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The stars are shining out like broken glass
I want to rest my head down in the grass
So the scattered spots of light can cut holes in my eyes
Tonight I want to be blind
This friend of mine is singing songs
They rise up through the floorboard of our home
They take him to a place where he is free but he's along
And tonight I want to go there too
The last few weeks I've been alright
This girl of mine's been here for a fortnight
And she's looking up at me with the bravest blue eyes
So tonight I'll tell no lies
My train will roll in soon then I'm done
I'm tired of acting like I'm on the run
I don't want to stay in a place that stays the same
But tonight I'm sitting still
So let's head to the fields beneath broken glass stars
If you make up some words I will play guitar
Because I don't want to sing, I just feel like listening
Tonight I want to be quiet
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Half Lit Dawn
04:21
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I taught myself that falling days require shelves to keep them safe
That dusty worlds and memories will gather up to keep me here
But when december disappears and leaves the world another year
Older, then cold is the wind.
I fell asleep in the back of the car
My mind was screening photographs, fleeting dreams like shooting stars
You wore your sins like coloured beads, pretty sins for all to see
But that selfishness made you so hard to please
When you made for the half lit dawn
The streets were as empty as ever
The rain came down on riot day like an ocean in the fireplace
I stepped outside and it was half dark
All dripping skies and crawling cars
Bitter eyes and broken hearts
Gazing at the half lit dawn
So how do you expect us to talk?
When you give us no voice, and won't hear us at all
Oh, now I'm preparing to leave you all
I'm picking a few things up off my floor
And making for the half lit dawn
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Midnight Flight
03:25
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My baby is such a tragic sight
She smokes along in the middle of the night
Watching shadows climb over the walls
The floor is bathed in cold moonlight, it ripples down the hall
And she dreams she'll take a midnight flight
Like a tiny bird in the middle of the night
She's running all the time but she doesn't know why
She tries but she never can stay in one place
So now she runs away again
Escaping in the pouring rain
Just when you think you know someone they change
But if you tried to stay the same I know you'd bore yourself to death
But I try hard not to lose my head
And I'm learning not to keep regrets
But some things, well they'll haunt me until I'm dead
Like while your heart was being misled, I kept my dreams at bay
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Scatter of Words
04:18
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Stars Through a Bottle
03:38
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A distant voice calls to me of a hope which underlies
All the fear and the worry that runs through this life
And though I miss my old ways I know it's not right
To dwell on the past as it drifts out of sight
Well crowds seem to scare me so I keep my head down
And of strangers I am wary for no reason I've found
But my near and my dear ones are a scatter of seeds
We live for the sunshine and we drift in the breeze
Remember that evening we stayed out til sunrise
I could tell you were lonely by that look in your eyes
And the red sun which rolls now over these empty streets
Is a beautiful reminder of all we've achieved
A drunk sings an old song from the depths of his heart
He says 'where has my life gone, when did it fall apart?'
And he knows now that he's lost all because all that he sees
Are the stars through an empty bottle of whiskey.
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There are pirates selling poppies to the angels on the beaches
They come all the way from Spain just to lay them at their feet
And then they all get sung to sleep
Where their dreams seem to drift between heaven and hell
There's a gypsy on the highway whose horse has fallen down
It kicked up so much dust you could see it all over town
You can see she feels like screaming but she never makes a sound
So who's going to tell
And there is a pilgrim in the desert waiting for his God to come
He stands in a dried up lake, weak from whiskey, blind from rum
The clouds form frightening shapes as his vision starts to come
So he shoots them with his gun
And just then it starts to rain for the first time in ten years straight
You and I wouldn't call it a miracle but you must agree it's strange
And then he lies down, he pulls his hat over his face
He drowns to death in that very same lake
The rain it finally stopped the day that he was found
They dragged him out the water and they stuck him in the ground
And there was no one there to recognise the sound
Of a hundred thousand angels singing from the beach
They pulled him up to heaven and laid poppies at his feet
Before they sent him sailing off to meet
The only real object of his dreams
Well this boy has walked for miles til his shoes have fallen apart
He walks to fill the void that occupies his heart
He walks for all the trapped and bound, the broken beaten down
He walks for all the troubled souls, so lost they can't be found
For the ones who lie awake at night dreaming of the sun
But in the morning they just sleep until it's gone
Why did you dream your life away before it had begun?
I guess we're all like that pilgrim- counting on someone
To fix all of the problems and to work out what was wrong
We've got so much love inside us dear
But if we don't share it out it will disappear
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Winter Films
03:16
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Miles From Home
03:15
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Sometimes I think there is no truth
There's just these thoughts that you cling to
To help you believe in order and meaning
I guess that notion's nothing new
You've just got to find a thing to do
To define and distract you, refine and relax you
I'm in a dark place, darling, I don't know where to go
I guess I'll keep moving 'til I'm miles and miles form home
Sometimes I think there is no love
Sometimes I think there's nothing but
Sometimes I want to go tell everyone I know just how much
But I get stuck on these avenues
Looking for a thing to do
And a drink in my system, this fog of false wisdom rolls
I'm in a dark place, darling, I don't know where to go
I guess I'll keep moving 'til I'm miles and miles from home
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