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Beautiful World
02:34
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Beautiful world,
you shake me.
if only the people,
all us people
could know you
Beautiful Earth,
I’m trying.
finding light
where they say
there is none
oh, you’re dark around us,
they say it won’t change
but it’s those people
that make it that way
some of them pretend to be saints
some of them sway and sing
“I like the dark baby,
it’s comfortable here
just forget about good
and hold on to that fear.”
Beautiful world,
answer me,
do we play dumb
to live on lower expectations?
Beautiful world,
the lives you carry.
to watch people suffer,
succeed, just to watch
those below them suffer
they watch from a clean
modern tower
in arm chairs
with glasses of wine
some of them pretend to be saints
some of them sway and sing
“I like it up here, baby,
it’s comfortable in this chair
just forget about good; and
remember you’re not down there.”
Beautiful earth,
I choose your blossoms
I choose grassy hills
and desert skies
I choose wide oceans
and sunsets to lay down and watch
Beautiful Earth,
I choose to sink beneath your dirt
safe from the feet
of those who walk it
safe from towers and fake homes
and I’ll sing
“I like the dirt baby,
It’s natural here
just forget about greed
and let go of your fears
oh, let go
oh, let go”
beautiful world
let me know you
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2. |
Matchmakers
01:21
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Matchmakers, matchmakers,
matchmakers, match
the kind that we make
are the kind you won’t touch
Fires, start fires
we burn up the bunch,
and if you’re afraid then,
you’re out of luck
matchmakers, matchmakers,
who said love was easy?
fire in the heart,
and internally bleeding
matchmakers, matchmakers,
ignite the flames
if you’re afraid then
don’t do the same
the cowards live alone
the cowards live alone
the cowards live alone
in their safe, matchbox homes
matchmakers, matchmakers,
have too much fun,
with these dinky little matches
that burn up your thumbs
we don’t make it easy
we don’t make it fair,
you’ll go through some matches
before you get there
it’s easy to light it
that's the better part
but keeping a fire
now that is an art
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3. |
Wild Geese
03:45
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Seven ducks on the lake alone
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
When the air turns cold
And you’re fleeing from the snow
Seven ducks leave the lake or die
Where do you fly?
Where do you fly?
When the season is open
and you’ve caught the hunter’s eye
Seven geese, wild and free,
fly south for the winter
fly safely for me
I have no wings
no inner compass
I can’t flee from the seasons like you can
I can’t flee from dangers the way that you can
Seven crows on a telephone wire
can you get higher?
can you get higher?
tell me, what’s up there?
heaven or just plain air?
Seven crows perched in tall trees
do you do what you please?
do you do what you please?
tell me, what’s it like to be free?
is it how I imagine it to be?
Seven geese, wild and free,
fly south for the winter
fly safely for me
I have no wings
no inner compass
I can’t flee from the seasons like you can
I can’t flee from dangers the way that you can
Seven birds locked up in a store
do you know what you’re here for?
do you know what you’re here for?
wings are clipped and there’s no exit door
I feel your pain more and more
I have no direction,
no set destination
I look to the skies as if
answers were on wings
but I have neither, so please
Wild geese, go and be free,
fly south for the winter
fly safely for me
I have no wings
no inner compass
I can’t flee from the seasons like you can
I can’t flee from dangers the way that you can
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4. |
Bum Bum
01:29
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This house reeks
of lack of sleep,
the air we breath
is tired of our scent.
And from all that time we spent,
how much of it was wasted?
I’ve got a bag full of notebooks
full of words I’ve strung together.
They’re my attempts at beauty,
my attempts at understanding.
My attempts,
my attempts,
how many of them failures?
Well if you believe it,
then I guess it’s true to you,
well if you believe it
then I guess it’s true to you.
It’s these people
all around me.
These people,
they destroy me.
These people,
all crumbling too;
destroying our world,
these people.
Well if you believe it,
then I guess it’s true to you,
well if you believe it
then I guess it’s true to you.
Who am I to say otherwise?
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5. |
Rainboots in the Desert
01:33
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She’s in a drought
she’s waiting for the rain
she wants to hear his voice
but he’s got nothing to say
She’s in a drought
she’s praying for the best
but there’s nothing here
only desert and dust
Is this what love comes down to?
Is this all that’s left?
this is what love comes down to
and she still wears rainboots
She’s in a drought
but hallucinating rain
it’s so much easier
to see the flowers again
He’s dried her out
but he doesn’t see what he’s done
he’s been blinded
by the desert sun
Is this what love comes down to?
Is this all that’s left?
this is what love comes down to
But she still wears rainboots
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6. |
Early Morning Epiphany
02:15
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We don’t know the meaning of timeliness
day light comes and breaks our wrists
makes us move slow
we don’t want to go
I don’t care, I don’t care
that’s what you gotta say
but I care, but I care
do I turn my back anyway?
We don’t know the meaning of timeliness
I’m gonna fall asleep in the grass
I’ll dream of the roots
wake up under branches
we only have our perspectives
did this plant grow
or did I never notice,
was it always here?
I don’t care, I don’t care
that’s what you gotta say
but I care, but I care
I guess my feelings went astray
we don’t know the meaning of falling in love
cuz we’ve sucked the meaning from it
it’s dry and dead
shrinking with dread
we only have our perspectives
to feel a concept
how could you say I’m wrong?
I guess I’ll stay alone
I give up, I give up
that’s what you gotta feel
I don’t care, I don’t care
that’s what I gotta say
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7. |
Lost Cities
03:08
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Lost cities, what a pity
all those years spent building
on a love so flimsy,
so unreal
Lost cities, what a pity
all that time spent on nothing
the structures crumble
as they yell
till death, till death, till death do we part
till death, till death, till the death of this love
Lost cities, what a pity
adults with hearts of youth
the walls and windows
echo with the truth
Lost cities, what a pity
the way a home can cry,
hearing angry voices
as their love dies
till death, till death, till death do we part
till death, till death, of a crumbling love
destroy yourselves already,
you’re halfway there,
the buildings are falling,
but you’re still here
don’t you see there’s no home
no home left for love here
Lost cities, what a pity
no one knows when it’s time
to accept a lost love
and say goodbye
Till death, till death, till death do we part
till death, till the death of a failing love
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Bandshes Hartford, Connecticut
Bandshes are an indie-folk trio from Hartford, CT.
Zoe: Lead singer and
lyricist
Athena: Keys
Emily: Harmonies and violin
For bookings and inquiries email us at bandshes@gmail.com
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