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Something Underwater
05:38
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Shall we live
On faded scrolls
Paintings on the walls
Waterfalls
Over you
My love came from the blue
Tidal waves
Make my day
Tell me a little lie, heterochromatic eyes
Are we turning blue?
Brings me back to you
You do what you do
I could feel the water diluting my body with the force of being born but instead of a life it's god and with its great blades it leaves nothing unquartered while it frays my ends and unwinds like a pair of gentle hands in slow motion picking apart my very being
and Its eyes move with the will of its infinitely precise dimensions that fall off into black and red abyss where you sink to the bottom and find it jaws open, waiting for something- just anything to happen.
and It was then I knew that I was merely and unapologetically human.
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Waterfall
04:32
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I am survived
Underwater
And it's no surprise
To anyone
Nobody in sight
By the end of the night
When they're going to die
Not try and survive
I fall again
It’s a beautiful thing
And Gravity alone
No matter where I go
Falling, Flying, Rising, Dying
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3. |
Little Death
02:04
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I remember being born today
Awaking from my little death
I remember everything like new
Enough so that there's nothing left
I saw what makes a person change
I learned where it originates;
(I'm crashing and burning)
Inside a person who has now
Become too dense to navigate
(and I never know my way around)
The stories that they used to tell
Would shake us to the core
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
I remember hanging from the floor
Helpless in our invention
I was too afraid to look around
For if invention had killed him
From the broken window I was born
Evening of the 5th of November
Running up the hill of my demise
The old one killed in mid-winter
Like stories that they told to us
But none like this before
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
And when he saw me I pretended not to care
But by bomb or little death I knew that he was scared
But I know if he had died then I’d forget to live (with myself)
And I think if I had died then he’d never forgive (himself)
The stories that they used to tell
But none like this before
The fable of the ice
The stitches and a scar
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4. |
Lotus Flower
04:29
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I will shake myself into your pocket
Invisible
Do what you want
Do what you want
I will sink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove
And cut me off
And cut me off
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I set you free
I set you free
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I'll set you free
I'll set you free
Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can't kick the habit
Just to feel your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart
We will shrink and then be quiet as mice
And while the cat is away
Do what we want
Do what we want
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I set you free
I set you free
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
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5. |
The Water
03:35
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After the hospital we head to the shore
I fill up the raft, yea
You cover your cast with plastic bags
And out on the water
Me and my little brother
We don't say shit for hours
Maybe even longer
I have tried in my ways
To make things right
I'm trying
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Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams?
Summer thaws a quartered pill
Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams?
My eyes hatch a still born penny
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra
Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra
Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams?
The rat that's caught in the ribs of me will be released within the year:
In crossing states on the spade possum with custom plates and the paint rusting
Like cussing saints with strange customs here
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose one cobra
Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra
Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams?
Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog
It'll happen when he changes lanes
Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog
It'll happen when he changes lanes
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I don’t know when this night will end
If I open up the door
To the back of your sunken mind
And then in will come the flood
When it all becomes too much
I have swept the crises
In the times you are afraid
In a room full of clocks
If I’m blowing myself away
Through the bad times
Two birds on a wall
Your nose just grows
I need just another drop
It is metal and it’s cold
I wait up on the rocks
I am waiting on the tide
Through the bad times
If I’m blowing myself away
Under hot fluorescent lights
Two birds on a wall
Your nose just grows and grows
One day I’ll grow up tall
I will be with you
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Ice
03:34
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When I saw you fall through the ice
I wasn’t scared myself
As I wiped away the snow
Under twilight hills
Through the sheet of ice
I saw you swimming
suspended in blue
somersaults
smiling as you faded
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9. |
Kyne
04:24
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Stolen on your 10th Birthday
Given a new Language
A new haircut
A new button-up shirt
and a book of new words
**His head begins to shrink
Getting raped on your 11th
Cold grey fingers scar your body
Tuberculosis on your 12th
On a small and thin mattress 400 miles away from home
Dying alone on your 13th
Feet dangling over the end
It ended before it had started
**His head is grey and thin as a nail
Thrown in an unmarked hole behind the school in an afternoon
With No record, You vanish
**His head fades to dust
On your 104th, they apologized
yet you remained unchanged
You felt kyne
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Cement yourself in truth because to lie is diabolical
Having doubt is fine you know Its only biological
What little doubt is there can be quite easily disguisable
What is there to say when the truth is undeniable
If you stood below the roof then you would feel a little smaller
If you pull up all the roots then you would stand a little taller
But I wanna be cartographed
I need to be articifact’d like fossils blackened left in attics
They say churches stand tall
Under their flame
Crucifix hangs on the wall
lightly by chain
Pharaohs in gold masks intact
All with their tombs unopened
Wait for a minute and donkey boy Is sinking through the mesh
The words the film critic spoke
Made a little death seem small
Though his speech felt vaguely misanthropic,
I will recite and will recall
I find myself through metaphysics
And I’d do it again again again
Until my thread
Ends on a gravestone somewhere quietly
In a bed
I was never the type of person
To ask you
Wheres the flame
The burning of everything
Everything that I am
But my name
(Existing in all instances of time and space and
Never once explaining or revealing itself
Given the chance would they let it be
And Would you let it all happen
The answer is doubtful so
Need the fire Need the famine
Need the flood that stripes me of all convention
No image no pronouns no atoms
Would I be drawn up and strung, no.)
Cement yourself in truth because to lie is diabolical
Having doubt is fine you know Its only biological
(You’re so impersonable and You don’t care, you dont even care)
What little doubt is there can be quite easily disguisable
What is there to say when the truth is undeniable
Still I’m like
I didn’t mean it
I didn’t want it
Can we start over again?
Cus' it was all pretend
And putting it out there for you
Still I’m like
I didn’t mean it
And I didn’t feel it
Can we restart it again?
Cus' it was all pretend
Just putting it out there (for you)
It would be easy
believing in something new
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(This Is The) Glasshouse is a musical project by one 21-year-old living in Mt. Lorne Yukon and Victoria BC.
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