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Clean
04:48
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I pressed my finger onto
the lower vein of the subway map
and declared I will live there, fancy that
Then the bottom blew out and just a cavity remains
with the false pride of a football game
I'm one step up with five more to go
To the top of the city where the virgin forest grows
I have seen the stars fall right from the sky...
If I'm wrong, please help me along
Sing me the song that leads me to you
And know that I will show you everything
That I could possibly dream of
I've walked this earth, I gathered dirt
And now I'm soiled and worn
I will pour myself in, put all my quarters in
and spin until I'm clean
Underneath the skin we move underground
I need oxygen so I float uptown
to the center, the lungs, the heart
The beating of the drums in central park
I take this pulse as my own
I am connected to my broken home
Chorus
The sun goes down and I go to
The edge of the city to greet the moon
The cross the bridge, stop in the middle, drop five pennies a wish an a little
Prayer for everyone
Sleeping in their beds
This world is so fucked up
We need all the love we can get
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Driving Away
02:53
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I saw you driving away this morning where were you going
I know that you must be sad but I've never even seen you cry
The wind howls your name
and blows loneliness
through the broken window pane
I'm alone at last, it's a shame
I can't hold myself while I hold on to you
My arms are long enough
but my heart gets bruised
When I asked you to leave I never would have dreamed
you'd leave so easily
I saw you driving away this morning where were you going
I know that you must be sad but I've never even seen you cry
I thank you for all the knowledge you gave me
and all the love that nurtured me and saved me
I hope that you are good to yourself
Cause I think you deserve the top two percent of this nations wealth
just don't give your love to anybody else
Until I'm far enough away not to hear her name
Now I want you to stay but it's too late, it's too late
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The Sea
04:25
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Fisherman with a cigarette hanging from his lips
on a Sunday at the East river it's exquisite
Spent the whole day by myself
thought about you I hope you're doing well
walked by the corner where we first held chest to chest
where our souls became one as our bodies presses
and you whispered in my ear
love without fear
I give to the river the river gives to the sea
I know what I give comes ten times back to me
I tried to give all I had
But I guess I didn't have what I thought I had
I guess I didn't have what I thought I had
We walked the bridges and we stalked the nights
Spoke of the riches that we thought we might get
slept through the days woke up at dusk
strolled into the cafes at five for breakfast
I played with fire I said I didn't mind getting burnt
but I'm a big liar who wanted to be hurt
like you are, like you are
I am fascinated with your scars
and all your journeys through the dark
I give to the river the river gives to the sea
I know what I give comes ten times back to me
I tried to give all I had
But I guess I didn't have what I thought I had
I guess I didn't have what I thought I had
Those last words that you said to me
sounded so absurd and ugly
did all that hate make you feel free?
O you were my fate, not my destiny
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Maya Dorn Oakland, California
Singer, songwriter, producer in Oakland, CA
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