1. |
I Pick Up
01:57
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You only call me when you’re drunk
The only time you give me compliments
You’re on the line slurring your sentiments
So I pick up
When you wake up
It never happened at all
You only see me when you’re high
The only time that we meet eye to eye
You’re opened up, allowing me inside
So I pick up
When you wake up
It never happened at all
I exist in a memory you don’t have
I’ll enlist in this momentary lapse
‘Cause if I didn’t pick up
If I didn’t pick up
If I didn’t pick up
If I didn’t pick up
It wouldn’t happen at all
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2. |
Ghost Me
03:20
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Shrouded by screens, we go back and forth
But I can see through you
Don’t respond if it feels like a chore
Or if guilt were to move you
I’ve spent my time convincing before
But it’s not worth the pain anymore
So don’t haunt me if you don’t want more
I’d rather be alone than waiting by the phone for you
Ghost me, please
Ghost me
In bad spirits, you left me on read
Now I’m reading into you
Will you pass on? Will I leave you for dead?
Do I believe in you?
I’ve played into distraction before
But it’s just not my game anymore
So don’t creep me if you keep getting bored
I’d rather be let down than led on by you
Ghost me, please
Ghost me
Phantom vibes are cursing me
Put me out of my misery
I’ve put on the pressure before
But if you don’t want to talk anymore
Don’t hover, I’ll find another soul
I’d rather be progressed than possessed by you
Ghost me, please
Ghost me
Ghost me
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3. |
In a Taxi
03:44
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I'd rather be home than here
Don't know what I expected but what you did was clear
Then we made some decisions brought on by a couple of beers
Now I'd rather be home than here
I say I'll call a cab
I know the number by heart
I'll wait at the nearest intersection
Five to ten minutes in the dark
I'd rather go home than linger on
We've already reached the climax of a casual correspond
So let's call it a night instead of stalling all night long
I'd hate to wait 'til break of dawn
Don't wanna be overdressed for breakfast
Staggering down Queen Street West
Other sleepwalkers showing shame
Oh, who wore it best?
I'd rather head home than stay behind
You got what you wanted but you didn't give me mine
I'm wide awake and you won't miss me lying by your side
I have a feeling you'll sleep just fine
I have a feeling you'll sleep just fine
So I strap me in a taxi
Say my address, get driven east
Spinning in the backseat
A wrinkled dress, a snotty sleeve
Trekked across Toronto
Just to not feel taken care of
Mirroring our trashy mascot
What schmuck invented mascara
Flashing back on me and you
Dodging your persistence
Watch the meter, counting coins
Every dollar's worth the distance
Assessing in these streets
Was I an honoured guest?
'Cause somewhere in your sheets
Rests ambiguousness
And the driver's making small-talk
Someone get me out of here
And obliging in the dark car
I'll be humouring through the tears
And still, I'd rather be home than here
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4. |
Mirroring
02:45
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Caught off-guard in a silver-backed glass
I am faced with the familiar
Unintentional habit, unmistakably you
Borrowed mannerisms mirrored
Mirroring you
Carrying you
Learned through love, I took you on
Mimicked just like the rest
Expression collection of those I hold dear
I held you the dearest
Mirroring you
Carrying you
Scrying crying, I trace your face
Recorded in muscle memory
Facial ticks tricking me, triggering tears
Move me and move through me
Mirroring you
Carrying you
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5. |
Fawning Season
02:24
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Fawning season, guardians and their kin
Frolicking and fleeing by incisors’ skin
Following your mother, trusting in her path
My roadblock stops you in your tracks
She leapt away, you had to stay
I’m sure she called out all she could
Her babe is lost and when you lose your spots
Would you know her if you met her in the woods
Fawning season, ease up on the gas
There is no reason we should’ve come to pass
Coming out of nowhere, caught up in the light
You froze and now you’ve got to fight
Are you healing, I’m still reeling
Wondering whether I did all I could
Your hoofbeats sound my heartbeats
But would you know me if you met me in the woods
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6. |
Phantom Vibes
02:06
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7. |
Neighbour
02:56
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It’s over but she lives ‘round the corner
And haunts the houses in between
She hasn’t come around in a while but I’m still in denial
She doesn’t care where I’ve been
And even when she leaves town I find
That she’s constantly circling the block
In the neighbourhood
In my mind
Permanently on patrol or searching over my shoulder
Preparing myself for suspected surprise
Paranoid of perpetually bumping in to what could have been
I can’t face her with this face of mine
And even when she leaves town I find
That she’s constantly circling the block
In the neighbourhood
In my mind
And when getting sugar from your neighbour
Isn’t exactly an informal favour
It’s like they say
So close, so far away
It’s over but she lives ‘round the corner
And haunts the houses in between
And even when I leave town I find
That she’s constantly circling the block
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8. |
PO Box
02:08
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Every time I turn my mailbox key
A lock opens up in me
Vulnerability won’t make you write to me
My PO box is empty so I lock it up and leave
Small town making small talk
I pretend I’m fine in line
Up on bulletin boards
I search for a sign of any kind
Every time I turn my mailbox key
A lock opens up in me
Vulnerability won’t make you write to me
My PO box is empty so I lock it up and leave
I see your ghost all the time
But unlike our zeitgeist
You said you’d write
So I waited, I stayed up nights wondering what it’d be like
When I would turn my mailbox key
And your lock would open up for me
The possibility of an answer exceeds
But my PO box is empty, so I lock it up and I leave
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9. |
Still
03:09
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Long exposure lets in the light
With her strong composure I won’t blur my lines
Holding me back from thrashing around
Grounding figure in the background
She holds me still
She holds me still
I float on a shadow that suggests her shape
My vignetted mother fades in drapes
Hiding in focus, I see her still
Overlooked figure in the background
She holds me still
She holds me still
Zooming ahead, I’ve left her hearth
Though her warmth is still present when we’re apart
Photographic memory still calming me down
Forever a figure in the background
She holds me still
She holds me still
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10. |
So Long
04:21
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It takes time to take these mountains and look at them anew
Squinting, straining for a varied view
Finding peaks and valleys that don’t remind me of you
Planting trees where forest fires grew
When the wayward wind blows west with echos on its breath
Campfire smoke, amber, cigarettes
Common scents surround while your musk mnemonic looms
Clear the air and reapply perfume
Oh, I’ll unlearn you one day
After our drawn-out fadeaway
So so long, so long, so long
Each time it takes so long
For things that make a home made home on walls and shelves
Offerings that spoke the way you felt
Consider a declutter while hoarding retrospect
Wiping surfaces where dust collects
In someone else’s hands my reflexes rewind
Sunk into another porous time
Inflammatory memory as their arm’s around my waist
Reclaiming this silhouette you traced
Oh, I’ll unlearn you one day
After our drawn-out fadeaway
So so long, so long, so long
Each time it takes so long
Still training my sincerity to recycle Darlings and Dears
My lovers’ name repurposed through the years
These terms that once endeared you I sighed, spoke, sang, and wrote
Signing Sincerely Yours on others’ notes
Oh, I’ll unlearn you one day
After our drawn-out fadeaway
So so long, so long, so long
Each time it takes so long
Oh, I’ll unlearn you one day
After our drawn-out fadeaway
So so long, so long, so long
Each time it takes so long
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11. |
Songs About You
03:02
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There’s only songs about you on the radio
And I’ve tried to tune into a different show
Oh no, the dial’s all the same, all frequencies, every wave
There’s only songs about you on the radio
I’ve told the DJ to change their tune
There must be more musical notes they could croon
Ooh ooh, I guess I could turn it off but I’d be alone with my thoughts
There’s only songs about you on the radio
You’re the little earworm that worms its way
Into hearts and hitlists every single day
And hey, I’m a top forty fool and my ear’s stuck on you
Though you’re severely overplayed
There’s only songs about you on the radio
I don’t know how they do it but it just goes to show
Oh oh, they’re broadcasting a sign, all signals have aligned
There’s only songs about you on the radio
There’s only songs about you on the radio
I don’t know how they do it but it just goes to show
Oh oh, they’re broadcasting a sign, all signals have aligned
There’s only songs about you, songs about you
In forty odd years, you’ll still be all that I hear
When I turn on my radio
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12. |
Lapse
00:51
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Joey O'Neil Dawson, Yukon
Joey O'Neil is a critically-acclaimed Yukon folk musician bewitching audiences with hauntingly heartfelt anecdotes from a woodland life.
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