1. |
Stuck
04:15
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I’m stuck
On a bus, going north
And I’m looking for love
On a bus going north
As if anyone ever found love
On a bus going anywhere
Looking for anyone
Anyone to
I’m stuck
In a room, and I do admit I’m
Still sometimes looking for you
Tell me true
Are you looking for me?
Are you looking for me in
Another skin
Another - another woman
Usually summer
Is when I have fun
And I find me a lover
To string me along
While the sky is blue
While the sky is blue
While the sky is blue
I’m stuck
On a book, and I just
Can’t stop looking at
These words they’re
Giving me chills it’s
Giving me chills
And I’m wondering
How you’re doing
What you’re reading
What you’re listening to
Does it remind you of me
Does it hurt when you’re reminded of me?
Can I hurt you still?
Can I hurt you still?
Can I hurt you still one two three
The sky is blue but not inside
I got a heart could teach the wind to cry
The sun is out, my friends are having fun
But I don’t mind
No I don’t mind
No I never mind
Since you’ve been gone
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2. |
Another Sundown
02:53
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Another sundown
Another day gone
Another city another guitar and another song
Maybe I'll get it right if you keep on doing me wrong
Maybe I'll finally get right
I'll finally get right
Don't speak of heartache
It's all been said before
I know you are somewhere knocking on some other door
Someone kind of like me who like me you will leave needing more
Someone kind of like me is she kind of like me?
Someone kind of like me
Is she kinda like me?
Rise up stars keep keeping on shining
Pay no mind I'm just another girl crying
Don't know how to work
I don't know how to steal
And when I look at you babe I really don't know how to feel
When I look at you I don't smile right
And then I try to frown and then it's fight or flight
And then you turn around and we lock eyes
And suddenly I've
Lost another sundown
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3. |
Waxwing
07:18
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I told my friends you were a soulmate
Like that means anything
Like I know what it means
Home for a funeral
The first of its kind
Sent you a photo
of my friends sleeping in a pile
And I wore yellow
The email said "bright colors" I wore yellow
And hoped I wouldn't be the only one
Bobby hugged me after the service
A little too hard and that's when the tears started
I sobbed into his synthetic fleece
Piled high and soft and black and deep
I was the shadow of a waxwing slain
I was the shadow of a waxwing slain
It wasn't supposed to work out this way
It wasn't supposed to work out this way
But maybe I'm wrong
Maybe it was
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes (x2)
My friend Tess was the most graceful thing you've ever seen
Long and slender limbs and curly hair
Slow to trust but it'd be hard to find a heart as pure as hers
She let me in so much more than I deserved
Then a truck crushed her bike
Took her life
And I've never met her mom before
But she's folding her hands round mine
And I love her
And I love you
And I love them all and I
Know that everyone I've ever loved
Is someday going to die
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes (x4)
And George says
I don't mind
Being uncomfortable if I'm
Uncomfortable with someone
Who makes me feel alive (x4?)
I was the shadow of a waxwing slain
I was the shadow of a waxwing slain
It wasn't supposed to work out this way
It wasn't supposed to work out this way
But maybe I'm wrong
Maybe it was
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
It took me so damn long to find you
Took me so God damned long
Could have built a life together
When we were still young
But we were dumb when we were young
Maybe it wouldn't have worked out
Maybe I'd have lost you
And never known how
And I'd be missing you
Be missing you right now
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4. |
Not Your Woman
01:51
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I am not your woman
I'm your mirror
And I become you
isn't that what you wanted?
Isn't that what we're going for?
I am not a singer
This is not my voice
I'm a story that you
Make up in your mind
It's cold inside your mind
I might just start a fire
And look me over and over
Take a picture take a picture
It'll last longer than me
Look me over and over
Take a picture take a picture
Maybe I can see me too
As I'm singing about you
I am not a boulder
You can move me
Oh come on move me
Move me
I am not a boulder
You can move me with a flicker
Of your long dark eyelashes
Your long dark eyelashes
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5. |
The Pablo Song
04:21
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The Spanish from your lips
Tastes like tomatoes on the vine
Like a baby bird I’m pecking
I’m drinking down that line
You keep saying “No”
But it ain’t no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
You say your heart is roto
And your corazon is broke
By some girl in Guanajuato
Who couldn’t take a joke
You say no hay espacio
For an amor American
Still I’m gonna love you best I can
‘Cause the Spanish from your lips
Tastes like tomatoes on the vine
Like a baby bird I’m pecking
I’m drinking down that line
You keep saying “No”
But it ain’t no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
I keep my heart spoiled
Always taking just what I want
I know that nada it ain’t nada if it ain’t free
Free to work for or to toil for
Or to win over in song
I think you’re really something, Pablo, don’t you see?
The Spanish from your lips
Tastes like tomatoes on the vine
Like a baby bird I’m pecking
I’m drinking down that line
You keep saying “No”
But it ain’t no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
I left my reason ages ago
For a song you’ll never know
It’s floating down some rio
In Spain or Mexico
And wander it will where water it spills
You’ll find you and I’ll find me
But Pablo could it be you’ve been
Looking for me in ti?
The Spanish from your lips
Tastes like tomatoes on the vine
Like a baby bird I’m pecking
I’m drinking down that line
You keep saying “No”
But it ain’t no word I know
Welcome to America, Pablo
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6. |
Coyote
02:29
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Coyote is in the kitchen where I
Wait for it to speak the
Silence is worse than the danger
Speak you stranger
Speak
I know you wanna draw draw first blood but the
Best part of me lies
Behind those eyes please let me in press
My palm to your cheek press
My palm to your cheek press
My
As I'm still called Rosie you can
Call me any- time I
Smell sing think taste touch the same
Language I still speak your
Language I still speak your
Language i still speak your
Language I still
Speak
Coyote is in the kitchen where I
Wait for it to speak the
Silence is worse than the danger
Silence is worse than the danger
Silence is worse than the danger
Speak you stranger
Speak
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7. |
The Wheel
04:21
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Your eyes don’t see the same as my eyes
Your tongue don’t taste the same as my tongue
Your hands don’t work the same as my hands
Don’t work the same as his hands
Could use a little hand
Sometimes I feel
Like we’re strapped to the same wheel
And it’s spinning
Faster every day
Funny, what could you want from me
Call me honey, guess we’ll have to wait and see if it’s true
As I grow old with you
Maybe baby
Your body wants my body
Your brain it wants my brain
How can I explain
Your brain it wants my brain
My brain it wants
Lose yourself in me
Don’t you know nothing comes for free
I’m losing my mind
Thinking all about you all the time
Oh oh, all the time
Oh oh, all the
It’s over, you can go home it’s over
It’s over, I mean it go away
You don’t know me
What else can I say?
You don’t know me
No no one can know me
‘Cause I’m not my body
I am not my brain
I am not my hands or my eyes or my tongue or my teeth or my lips or my face or my hair or my neck or my shoulders or my back or my breasts or my stomach or my waist or my hips or my sex or my legs or my knees or my ankles or my feet or my toes or my fingers or my palms or my wrists or my arms or my sweat or my armpits or my blood or my stomach or my heart or my lungs or my sorrow or my anger or my fear or my joy or my heartache or my envy or my pain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
I am not my brain
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8. |
My Favorite Poem
04:44
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You are my favorite poem
From the heart of your guts
To the skin of your toes
And I even love the parts
Everybody knows
Whether or not they care
Those eyes, that smile, that hair
I know you by heart
I quote you incessantly
I’m not always all that smart
But baby you bring out the best in me
When I’m alone
When I’m at home or on
Public transportation
Public transportation
I could fill fifty mason jars with
Thinking of you
It might sound kind of gross
But I know it’s true
Inside me you are infinity
Inside me you are infinity
I think you’re the best
That’s why I like to keep fresh
You are my favorite poem
And you are constantly changing
And you are constantly changing
So let me read you
Another three times tonight
I want to feel the shape of your meter
Find all the places you rhyme
And when I fall asleep with my
Ear to your heartbeat
I’ll recite you again and again
I’ll recite you again and again and again
And again
This is the why
You and I become we
You’re my favorite poem
My lover
My friend
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9. |
Hey Friend
03:11
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Hey friend
Please don't go
Don't you know I need you here
He loves you
I love you too
Maybe not quite like him
Does it matter
I'll never guilt you for staying out late at night
I'll stay out too
We'll paint the town
You can kiss all the boys and I can kiss them too
Then we'll come home
And compare notes in bed
Compare notes in bed
I love you
Please don't go
If you stay
We'll play hooky for a day
We can go to the beach or a museum
Or we could not
We could just sit at home and talk
I'll write a song about
The things that I've been feeling
I'll never guilt you for staying out late at night
I'll stay out too
We'll paint the town
I'll kiss all the boys that you want me to
Then we'll come home
And compare notes in bed
Compare notes in bed
I love you
Please don't go
Hey friend
I'm so sorry that you're bored
It's all my fault I never thought it'd come to this
I love you
You love me too
But maybe not quite like I love you and it matters
I'll never guilt you for staying out late at night
I'll stay out too
We'll paint the town
I'll kiss all the boys but I'll pretend they're you
Then we'll come home
And compare notes in bed
Compare notes in bed
I love you
Please don't go
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10. |
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Can you hear it?
Oh yeah I can hear it too
It don’t mean nothing
Just walk away undo
We gotta back out
From what’s been shaping up
If we’re not careful
Someone might fall in love
Oh tell me where will you sleep tonight?
No you’re not happy
That makes you just my type
I can’t make you happy
And I shouldn’t try
It would make me happy for a minute
And maybe a minute more
I could make you happy for a minute
Then you’d shut the door
Oh tell me where will you sleep tonight?
Where will you sleep tonight?
I like your words
And I like your weight
You better move over
Cause baby I’m afraid
I think I know what I want
When we’re sitting thigh to thigh
I think I know what you want
When you look me in the eye
Oh tell me where will you sleep tonight?
Where will you sleep
If you should kiss me
Can we please pretend
It don’t mean nothing
It’s an accident?
It made my heart sing
For a minute a minute or two
No need to tell me you can hear it
Oh yeah I can hear it too
Oh tell me where will you sleep tonight?
Yeah tell me where will you sleep tonight?
Yeah tell me where will you sleep tonight?
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