when you see me walking down your neighborhood
did you ever seem to see what you've done to me
i would ask you for the time and spare some change
but i've seen two faces and the better one of each
one day you know i'll mask the smell again
and some day i'll buy myself another pen
some say that i'm a fool for thinking of you
in some ways i think i'm pulling myself through
one day the words will whistle you to sleep
some day your skin will dry before you weep
i just pray for thoughts to show themselves to me
to cure my own stage fright
another dance another song another time and place
another way to sing the same sweet songs once again
yo dude man i need a plan you know i'm way too high
i hear the ocean sounding tides that wash overhead
i'll wait another week or two to find it
but i've bathed in words so cold they leave me blinded
and i'm losing touch with sounds that once were sweet
i once was proud to stand on both my feet
there are words you know that only go so far
i used the wrong kind of gas to fill your car
this aint neither a case of fight or flight
just some more of that stage fright
Pale Spring’s first two albums come to vinyl at last, full of moody, low-lit, trip-hop inspired songs with tender, haunting vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2021