1. |
Take The Blame
03:38
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I’ll take the blame,
I will happily explain,
All the ways that you and I have changed.
You can’t decide,
I will happily oblige -
Tell you I am just here for the ride.
Sitting on the passenger side,
Backseat driving my own life.
We play the game,
When it serves us we speak plain,
Learn how to indulge and then abstain.
So I fill my cup,
Overflow it, mop it up -
Feel the cloth absorb and wring it out.
Sitting on the passenger side,
Backseat driving my own life.
I don’t wanna take the key,
I don’t wanna turn the wheel,
I don’t want it to fall on me,
When I don’t know how I feel.
Sitting on the passenger side,
Backseat driving my own life.
I’ll take the blame.
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2. |
Haiku Song
04:00
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I remember the night
You sent the haiku
Last line read -
“I give into you”
You rode over in the rain
I kissed your wet face
All that wasted time
Felt worth the wait
And we drove down the street
To an open mic
Your brother singing Springsteen
“Woah I’m on fire”
It felt like a dream
Or an ending.
But it was another false start
It was a change of heart
It was a weed that grew
From a seed of doubt
All the walks through the park
Talking into the dark
All the lines we wrote
Saved as a draft
Still I remember the night
You sent the haiku
Last line read
“I give into you”
It felt like a dream
Or an ending
Or a book I wrote
Somehow willed into being
Or a line I stole without realising
Baby I could spend a lifetime theorising
I just wanna feel like it all means something
Means something.
I remember the night
You sent the haiku
Giving into it
Giving into you
I give in to it
I give in to you
I give in.
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3. |
Backsliding
04:19
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Sitting at the bar,
On your bed,
In your car,
Haven’t moved very far.
What is there to say,
Did I think you would change?
That this might go another way?
I wanna teach a lesson,
I don’t want to learn.
I wanna start a fire,
Just to feel the burn.
Standing at your door,
I’m in your way,
But you’re not sure
What it is you’re leaving for.
What is there to say,
Did I think you would stay?
That this might go another way?
You wanna be the teacher?
Be prepared to learn.
You wanna start a fire?
Be prepared to burn.
You wanna know the answers?
Gotta face the facts.
You wanna make a mint,
You gotta pay the tax.
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4. |
Smells Like Leaving
02:30
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Interstate dragging on,
Lanes for days
I was wrong
When I said I could take the heat.
All the stop signs
The dotted lines
The days and hours intertwined
My tail numb on the seat.
The blink and dash
The petty cash
The cigarette that’s burned to ash -
Smells like leaving.
Sunset in the rearview
Wanna call you
Wanna hear you
Wanna send you a picture of the sky.
But there’s stop signs and dotted lines
There’s days and hours to remind me
Of all the reasons why
The fuel light flash
The mercy dash
The narrowly avoided crash
The trickle of unleaded gas
The cigarette that’s burned to ash
Smells like leaving,
Smells like leaving,
Smells like leaving.
Interstate dragging on,
Lanes for days
I was wrong
When I said I could take the heat.
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5. |
Other People's Problems
03:38
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You come around on a Saturday baring gifts
And I don’t know what to make of it
I almost lost my head and let you in
So we sit outside in a public place playing by the rules
Comment on the weather
And trade stories about who is seeing who
But I don’t wanna talk about other people’s problems
Tell me something new.
And ever since I saw you I’ve been sleeping through the night -
It’s not that I’m not grateful
I just wish it wasn’t you who made it right.
Cos everything is cut and dry now - let’s not misconstrue
I can still have needs without expecting them to be fulfilled
By you.
So I don’t wanna talk about other people’s problems
Tell me something true.
Cos when all I get is headlines of some sugar-coated news
I wanna grab you by the shoulders and remind you
Who you’re talking to.
I don’t wanna talk about other people’s problems
(Other people’s problems)
Tell me something true.
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6. |
The Wrong Way
03:01
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I’ve been meaning for months now to tell you,
All the things that I know I should say,
But to bring it up now will seem petty,
And I know that you’ll take it the wrong way.
I can hear it before you have said it,
You’ll say “I didn’t mean it like that”,
As I’m telling you “you hurt my feelings”,
You’ll tell me not to overreact.
But I have known you better
Than you’ve known yourself
And if you cannot listen to me
How am I to help?
All the years that I spent second guessing,
Every word that I wanted to say,
Seeking out your approval and blessing,
Hoping you wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
But I have known you better
Than you’ve known yourself
And if you cannot listen to me
How am I to help?
I am not your mother,
I don’t hold a stake
In your happiness anymore
You can leave or take every word that I say.
But in forgetting history,
Man is condemned to repeat his mistakes.
So I’m sitting here writing a letter,
With all the words that I know I should say (to your face),
Writing knowing that I’ll never send it,
It’s not worth having you take it the wrong way.
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7. |
Repeat
03:29
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Staring down the barrel of another day to fill
I know I should call you but I don’t think that I will
Spend the morning writing lines I’ll probably delete
Wet hair on my shoulders dripping onto my seat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Walking through the gardens watching people in the wild
Living for the weekend with a mortgage and a child
Staring down the barrel of another working week
Rendering the freedom that you feel now obsolete
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat!
(Staring down the barrel)
Repeat!
(Staring down the barrel)
Repeat!
(Staring down the barrel)
Repeat!
(Staring down the barrel)
Existential crisis on a Sunday afternoon
Blame it on the internet, blame it on the moon
On every expectation that I know I cannot meet
Waiting on a revelation staring at the street.
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8. |
Palace or Prison
03:01
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You and these four walls,
You and your own head,
You in control of what you make of it.
It is a practice,
You are in training,
You can accept it or go on complaining.
You have a choice here,
Make a decision,
Is it a palace or is it a prison?
You and these four walls
You and your own head
You cleaning up like you would for a good friend.
It is a practice,
You are in training,
A muscle memory that you are retaining.
You have a choice here,
Make a decision,
Is it a palace or is it a prison?
You have a choice here,
Make a decision,
Is it a palace or is it a prison?
You and these four walls,
You and your own head,
You in control of what you make of it.
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9. |
Nothing But Time
03:36
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You come to me head in hands,
Overthinking, making plans,
Fighting with your instinct and your body,
Hoping that I’ll read between the lines
When you lay a hand upon my leg and say you’re sorry,
You’re sorry,
Don’t worry -
I’m fine.
You come to me hand on heart,
Standing in the rain looking the part,
I give up fighting with my feelings.
Lying with our limbs entwined
on the sofa - searching for each other on the ceiling.
I see you stealing glances (I’m not blind)
But don’t say
You’re sorry
I’m fine.
And we have nothing now but time,
Nothing ahead or behind.
You come to me - hands are tied,
So it falls on me then to decide
Between the present and the future.
You know it’s hard to make the call
Without knowing what I ever did mean to you.
And we have nothing now but time
Nothing ahead or behind.
Still you’ll hit fast forward and I will hit rewind,
You’ll keep worrying that I might change your mind.
So you keep on saying sorry and I’ll keep saying -
“I’m fine”
“Fine”
“Fine”.
And we have nothing now but time,
Nothing ahead or behind.
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10. |
All I Know For Sure
03:13
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Wake me up
Wash me down
Rinse, repeat
Swim then drown
Fold me in some embrace
Hold me close then rotate
Sugar sharp on the tongue
Lake icy on the lung
Fight the feeling
Sink or swim
Fly or fight
Make it heavy
Make it light
Stem the bleeding
All I know for sure is I know nothing at all.
Wake me up
Wash me down
Pull away
Come around
Put me back in my place
What’s a small
Fall from grace?
Sugar sharp on the tongue
Lake icy on the lung
Fight the feeling
Sink or swim
Fly or fight
Make it heavy
Make it light
Stem the bleeding
All I know for sure is I know nothing at all.
All I know for sure
All I know for sure
All I know for sure is I know nothing at all -
Nothing at all.
Wake me up
Wash me down.
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Hannah Cameron Melbourne, Australia
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