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Post-Storm Calm
04:47
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Taking a rest from this world;
Oh, I'm finally free,
Don't know how long it'll be
For me to stay like this.
The calm after the storm,
Somehow it makes me feel so warm
So safe and secure
Just like before.
The winds from my sails,
Have seemed to die down.
The rain is gone.
The waves don't make a sound.
The sirens they sing
In the boats that they row.
The waters, they gleam,
In the brightest of glows.
And I'm free
'Cause I'm where I'm supposed to be.
And no one can take that away from me.
I've achieved my peace and my liberty.
As I roll back and forth on these waves,
It's a comforting motion.
They clear my emotions;
They make me feel saved.
The worst part is through
As far as I can tell.
At least now I know the difference
Between Heaven and Hell.
No longer am I
being thrown around.
That sickening sound
Has stopped entirely.
Now I head towards the beach
And make my way home.
At least here I know
That I'm not completely alone.
And I'm free
'Cause I'm where I'm supposed to be.
And no one can take that away from me.
I've achieved my peace and my liberty.
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Show me rules of your tenure.
Show me what you remember.
Rip this blanket from my icy fingers.
Lay awake until halftime.
See you on the sidelines.
Patiently awaiting on your sunshine.
Your sunshine, it waits for you.
Killing me softly.
Have a smoke with your coffee
Uncontrollable, violent fits of coughing
Ivory wishbone.
Our lives in our cellphones.
Do as the romans do while you're in Rome.
When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Childish daydreams
An illness that they've deemed.
Locked in your room to not hear their screams.
Stains on the carpet
I didn't start it.
Deep-rooted anguish soon departed.
Deep-hearted, it was traded for me.
And I know who I'm gonna see/
and what kind of person I'll be/
A romanticized, ideal me/
Let me be, won't you let me be/
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3. |
Fireside
03:07
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I've lived in the city,
I've lived in valley,
I've lived in the suburbs,
I'm missing you badly.
I wish I had more time.
I've made plenty of mistakes in the past I bet,
but still I'm not completely over it.
I spend my nights awake
wondering where I went wrong.
I wake each morning I feel like I'm asleep
sometimes I wonder if I'm in too deep.
And every time I fall I
grow more numb.
In the fireside, in the fireside
where the people laugh
and my troubles died.
In the fireside is where I want to be.
And I walk on this track of my life alone
with my hands in my pockets, feet kicking stones.
I'm wandering in circles
unsure of where I'll be.
I long for the comfort of the fireside
Where people laugh and smiles reside
I wish one day
I'll be where I belong.
The smoke climbs up to be with the stars.
We laugh and tell stories of who we are.
We burn whatever we
can to last the night.
In the fireside, in the fireside
where the people laugh
and my troubles died.
In the fireside is where I want to be.
Our chairs round the titian glow, my eyes are stinging.
But I don't mind because my heart is singing.
It's one more day of happiness
for me.
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4. |
A Thousand Oak Trees
04:45
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Listen to the raindrops fall
Watch the morning dew
Listen to the crickets chirp
When there's nothing left to do.
Feel the grass beneath my feet,
soil between my toes.
The cloud of smoke it rises up
as the sky washes my face.
Be in bed by 10 o'clock
be asleep by 4.
Dream about the taken from me
To hold them just once more.
I want my friend
I want to see colors again
Taste food again.
I want this to end.
I want to get out of bed,
Smile again.
So I'll pack up my happiness and peace.
I'll take what'll fit in my suitcase.
I don't care if I'll be out of place.
Saving face is not what I'm worried about.
Wander on these dirty streets,
Somehow keep them clean.
Christmas in someone's garage,
Try to keep up on caffeine.
Not your garden welcomes you,
Tree bark scrapes your knee.
The whirring of our sleepy song,
it unnerves and comforts me.
Cool nights in an empty house
Groceries go cold.
Wishing you could still be here
so we both could've grown old.
I want my friend
I want to see colors again
Taste food again.
I want this to end.
I want to get out of bed,
Smile again.
So I'll pack up my happiness and peace.
I'll take what'll fit in my suitcase.
I don't care if I'll be out of place.
Saving face is not what I'm worried about.
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5. |
Smile And Wave
02:53
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Revel in the tapestry, I'll see you in the blue.
Blood red tensions onto me?
I'll turn them onto you.
I can see those marigolds, I see them in your smile
Hope that I remember it,
Won't see you for a while.
I can clearly see you're scared,
the sun reflecting off your hair,
it's burning all of our gold flesh.
I hope you know that all of your
Happiness is concentrated, packaged, shipped,
and regulated.
There'll be a time when you will find your
Happiness is concentrated, packaged, shipped,
and regulated.
Now you've come to terms with it, you've
finally made your peace
Sun is setting in the west
it's rising in the east.
ghost vibrations in the air shake your soul in the dark.
Out with reaching hands
they touch the details of your art.
There's a burning in your eye
you're turning shaking, no surprise
that all you want to be is gone.
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6. |
Out In January
04:15
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Cool mornings, they welcome me
As I walk up the ramp, in murderous anticipation.
Strange eyes, they stare at me,
And they ask me my name.
Repeat it once, never breathe it again, you're not my friend,
You don't belong.
Pick up your slack, look straight ahead, don't be a bother, do your time.
You don't belong here at all.
Back home-- at least it used it be,
The buildings have changed, and the memories long forgotten.
The woman behind the desk glances at me
and remembers my name.
Repeat it once, never breathe it again. "You have to leave"
Or so I'm told.
It doesn't fit, you're not part of the tribe,
please go outside, your news is old.
You don't belong here anymore.
Where am I supposed to go? Don't have a home.
Just a long drive back and forth to be alone.
And i'll drive for miles and miles and miles ahead.
But I'd rather have a place to stay instead.
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Bite your fingernails off, they'll only get in the way.
Fight the urge to piss yourself as they come on home each day.
Throwing stones and marbles
they'll get you while you're down.
Such a shame to say that whatever goes around never comes around for me.
And I talked with you last week
and the feelings all too weak.
Bright light in the corner of my eye.
Staying up 'til midnight singing songs for you.
It's far too long
It's far too wrong.
I saw you staring at me as I walked down the stairs
As I called you for the night.
Tell the sister what you'll do to her as you commit.
Next week tell Father John what you did to her, so weak.
Say five Hail Mary's so that you can sleep.
Sunday school is waiting for you in the same spot every week.
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8. |
Revoked, You Throw
05:25
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Who am I to say that there is no candyman?
After all, he might not live in a big, bright purple hat.
He might be in the clouds, in the sun, or in the flowers.
The flowers you gave her on her birthday.
There we go up again on the snowy hills of Mammoth
Unaware that the cold won't take a holiday.
Ignorant, infantile, we're still wet behind the ears.
We're running and crying for our mothers.
Clawing and scratching at the others.
And we'll be fine 'cause
Maybe it'll snow one day and I will make
an icy noose to give me life.
Maybe when we're not so scared of making change.
To be another helpless time.
Talk with the mirror, I'll be my own saint tonight.
Not afraid of needles, it's the blood that freaks me out.
Cavities caress your smile in sterile tonic brilliance.
Matriarch of the past has come to save us all.
It's not like we're getting what we paid for.
Carousels and poppy seeds have nothing on your light.
Living in times of plenty yet you haven't had
A decent glass of water in only God knows when.
We're scared of not knowing where we're headed.
A person on papers that were shredded.
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