quixotically: (courier ♧ roads to walk)
elle days | courier six ([personal profile] quixotically) wrote2022-08-23 12:42 am

miscellaneous [playlist v2]

RABBIT HEART (RAISE
IT UP)
the looking glass, so shiny and new
how quickly the glamour fades
i start spinning, slipping out of time
was that the wrong pill to take?
(raise it up)

you made a deal,
and now it seems you have to offer up
but will it ever be enough?
(raise it up, raise it up)
it's not enough
(raise it up, raise it up)

here i am,
a rabbit-hearted girl
frozen in the headlights
it seems i've made the final sacrifice
(we raise it up, this offering...
we raise it up)

this is a gift
it comes with a price
who is the lamb and who is the knife?
midas is king, and he holds me so tight
and turns me to gold in the sunlight
DONUT HOLE
it's like the hole in a donut:
just like you can't isolate the hole
proving you were really here
is something i can never do

try one more time, a hundred times
all i remember is your face
one more night i sleep,
body wedged between blanket and bed

if there really were thoughts
that never die
would that give us relief?
i can't hope on things that have passed
so just give me something to fill it with

when i'd try to count
all the feelings i lost,
i'd find i forgot even the voice
you shared with me
goodbye, and we'll never
ever meet again
that's just what feeling i get —
that's what i thought —
the tears come pouring out,
there's nothing i can do
TIME TO DANCE
she didn't choose this role,
but she'll play it and make it sincere, so
you cry — you cry
(give me a break)

but they believe it,
from the tears and the teeth
right down to the blood at her feet
boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen
and wearing aubergine dreams
(give me a break)

have some composure,
where is your posture?
oh, no, no —
you're pulling the trigger,
pulling the trigger
all wrong
HOMESICK
well, i left my home on hollow bones
while you were curled and sleeping
and i wandered far
beneath a concrete star
and slept along the highways

but even though i am lost all the time
i've got hooks in my sides
that you left there
but you're not the same,
you died along the way
now we're ghosts,
and we're praying for winter

well, i found a wheel
that squeaks and squeals
and i left it on your doorstep
'cause i heard that
you might be broken, too
and i thought it'd keep you company
WANDERER'S WANDERING DAUGHTER
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
travel the land and i live like a martyr
the things that i do
aren't the things that i teach
if i spend my time practicing,
when will i preach?

i do what i must
as you do what you oughta
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and mix it with water
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter

i'm lost, and alone,
and i'm fair and i'm free
you am what you is and i are who i be
what i'm lacking in strength,
i make up for in smarts
you keep your stability —
i'll keep my heart
I'LL THINK OF YOU
i'll think of you when i'm down
when my heart is on the ground

and i will never lose my way,
even if the skies are gray
'cause i will think of you when i'm down

oh, it's a long and winding road
but you don't have to walk alone

'cause no matter where we are,
i will keep you in my heart,
and i will think of you as i go
CARRY ON
if you're lost and alone,
or you're sinkin' like a stone
carry on
may your past be the sound
of your feet upon the ground, and
carry on

whoa, my head is on fire,
but my legs are fine —
after all, they are mine
lay your clothes down on the floor
close the door, hold the phones,
show me how
no one's ever gonna stop us now
MOMENTUM
you are the rain on the fire
deep in the trees
when no one was looking
should i speak of this?
should i speak of this?

you are a mirage in the distance
that defies the heat of the desert
should i believe in you?
should i believe in you...?

all we need is a little bit of momentum
break down these walls
that we've built around ourselves
all we need is a little bit of inertia
break down and tell,
break down and tell —
LEVEL UP
begin again
dynamite the dam on the flow
your body feels the
tock tock tock
of time as it hammers

lord, we are all cinders
from a fire burning long ago
but here, it is the
knock knock knock
of your own heart that matters

if you are afraid, come forth
if you are alone, come forth now
everybody here has loved and lost
so level up, and love again
DISMANTLE. REPAIR
i am the patron saint of lost causes
a fraction of who i once believed
(change)
only a matter of time
opinions, i will try and rewrite

if life had background music
playing your song
i've got to be honest,
i tried to escape you
but the orchestra plays on

and they sing, oh, whoa
things are gonna change now,
for the better
and oh, whoa,
things are gonna change

hands, like secrets
are the hardest thing to keep from you
lines and phrases, like knives,
your words can cut me through
dismantle me down
(repair)
you dismantle me,
you dismantle me
MORE HEART, LESS ATTACK
be the light in the crack
be the one that's been there
on a camel's back
slow to anger, quick to laugh
be more heart and less attack

be the wheels not the track
be the wanderer that's coming back
leave the past right where it's at
be more heart and less attack

the more you take, the less you have
'cause it's you in the mirror staring back
quick to let go, slow to react
be more heart and less attack

ever growing, steadfast
and if need be, the one that's in the gap
be the never turning back
twice the heart any man could have
FROM THE
MOUTH OF
AN INJURED HEAD
well, hold me against the floor
find something to bind my hands
'cause i don't know where i have been
and i don't know what i have seen
but the puzzle is carved into me

and i know that i miss you
but i don't even know your name

oh, when you're near me, i feel okay
yeah, when you're near me,
i'm not ashamed
and the holes in my head
they explain

in my sleep,
i can hear a voice,
a call,
a withering echo
and it sings,
it sings all-knowing words,
but ones i can't understand
like running water
slipping through my fingers

when i'm down near the window,
i feel your hands as you bind my head
i'm watching birds through
the open shades
i hear you wonder if i'm okay
or if the cracks are too deep in my brain

in my sleep,
i can hear a voice,
a call,
a withering echo
and it sings,
it sings all-knowing words,
but ones i can't understand
here it goes again...

but there's something missing
there's something lost in my head
could you help me fix it?
could you please come stitch me up?
'cause i don't know how,
yeah, i don't know how
the answers are buried in me

and i know that i miss you
but i don't even know your name...