1. |
Linwood
02:27
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Am I a liquor store parking lot?
A dimly lit coffee shop?
Or just a girl who cries a lot?
A short and stout tea pot
Not easy to tip over, but I'm easy to pour out
If you bring me to a boil one day I might even shout
Am I a lost boy in Neverland?
A Wendy or a Peter Pan?
And iron fist, a gloveless hand?
A chipping teflon frying pan
I still get the job done, you know you need a new one
But somehow it's easier to keep on using me
New things, they're not free
You think I'm a library, but I'm more of a record store
You saw me at the winery, but I prefer the dive bar
I seem like a tie-dye shirt
I guess that there's some truth in that
Sometimes I'm a dungeon goblin
Sometimes I'm a party hat
But I'll never be sorry
For the expectations I can't meet
Because I shed the patterns I don't need
You have your thoughts, but I don't agree
I'll never be sorry
For the expectations I can't meet
Because I shed the patterns I don't need
You have your thoughts, but I don't agree
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2. |
The World
03:00
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There's a trash can warming two men's hands
There's a bird—no, it's a plastic bag
You're on my brain
What makes a vowel say its name?
You will use me up and I would let you
So I gotta toughen up but what can I do?
Oh, your body is a Bentley
Oh, please let me down gently
I still love you evidently
I don't wanna live when you're gone
I don't wanna stay out if you're home
I just wanna live in my own world
While the fire cracks and curls
If I'm the oyster you're the pearl
The Earth turns, the world burns
There's a woman stitching stars somewhere
Into curtains, in her graying hair
It's on my mind
Who can withstand the test of time?
It'll use you up, you can't let it
No you gotta toughen up, or you'll regret it
Always tired, never sleeping
Always sowing, never reaping
While the willow's softly weeping
The Earth turns, the world burns
I don't know who I think I am
Neither a woman, nor a man
Who is God and what's their plan?
Do you know? Cause I don't
I'm always tired, never sleeping
You're always sewing, never reaping
I don't wanna live when you're gone
I don't wanna stay out if you're home
I just wanna live in my own world
While the fire cracks and curls
The Earth turns
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3. |
*Poof* Be Gone
03:43
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4. |
Miley
03:15
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I wanna put my body
Next to your body
I wanna get every version of me and you together
And have a party
Words are easy to forget
But certain truths can make you sweat
Trust in me
I saw Miley at a party
She said being queen is lonely
And the world will fold you like a shirt
So watch your back or you'll get hurt
But I already do
I am not afraid of you
I wanna put my body
Next to your body
I wanna get every version of me and you together and
Have a party
Words are easy to forget
But certain truths can make you sweat
Trust in me
There's no such thing as free advice
Someone always pays the price
You measure once and cut me twice
But I won't be the sacrifice
Oh, I feel a weight is lifted
How my perspective shifted
It's not so scary is it?
I saw Miley at a party
She said being queen is lonely
And the world will fold you like a shirt
Watch your back or you'll get hurt
But I already do
I am not afraid of you
I am not afraid of you
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5. |
The Balance
02:27
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I miss the innocence of giving you too many tries
Talking on the phone for hours at a time
Sitting on the curb of way too busy streets
Gotta be quiet cause your roommates are asleep
You were gone, I left a message at the beep
I'm just so sweet
I don't recognize where I am
Learning how to take a proper stand
Making changes if proving quite a challenge
Only got the rope to hang in the balance
I miss the way I used to hang on every word
I'd lay in bed and pretend I was a bird
Miss the way I used to be a fool
Call my mom to pick me up from school
Don't like the rules
I don't recognize where I am
Learning how to take a proper stand
Making changes if proving quite a challenge
Only got the rope to hang in the balance
I stay at home when there's a world outside
I telephone and say "I've been alright"
I hold my breath cause I'm afraid to cry
At least I try
I don't recognize where I am
Learning how to take a proper stand
Making changes if proving quite a challenge
Only got the rope to hang in the balance
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6. |
Type of Person
03:23
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I wanna be the type of person someone wants
And not just physically
I wanna be a perfect friend
And perfectly balanced mentally
I wanna be a great success
I don't even have to be the best
I just wanna be independent and never greedy
I wanna be hilarious
But still taken seriously
Whenever it happens to be appropriate
I wanna kick some ass and take some names
But I know I'd feel too ashamed if
I hurt anybody else in the process
I wanna be the type of person who talks less
I wanna be the sort who takes their time replying
When asked a question
I don't wanna be in debt
And I don't wanna feel regret
I wanna be the lion and the tamer
I'm a marshmallow but I wanna be the bonfire too
I wanna be the type of person who always knows what to do
I wanna give generously and need nothing in return
I wanna diagnose my ailments and maybe even invent the cure
I wanna eat a sleeve of Oreos and stay perfectly in shape
Hey, that reminds me
I don't wanna care about my weight
I with I didn't feel the need to impress the ones I love
I wish I knew deep down inside that I was enough
I'm learning how to be the type of person who sees myself
For all the strange complexity I am
Cause if I ever need someone to bring me back
When I'm losing it
I know I'm just the type of person who'd understand
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7. |
Like the Dead
02:11
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I didn't mean what I said
When I said that I dread
Being around you like the dead
I actually like the dead
Like the dead
Like the dead
There's something unnatural about you
Unnatural about you
But it's alright, I like unnatural guys and girls
And anyone who says they'll love me
I didn't mean what I said
When I said that I dread
Being around you like the dead
I actually like the dead
Like the dead
Like the dead
There's something unnatural about you
Unnatural about you
But I don't mind if you're empty inside
Cause honestly sometimes so am I
I didn't mean what I said
When I told you that I dread
Being around you like the dead
I actually—
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8. |
Old Moon
03:43
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Oh, does your hunger ever cease?
I think you've got the mark of the feast
Well I'm the appetizer at least
Hey, I don't know what you're gonna do
But I know I can't stay here
Keep consulting my oracles and the answer's still unclear
Cause I don't know what's worse
If I keep on trying
Or if I live my life lying
Living in a day dream with no sense of time
I never wanted to be what you made me
And I never wanted to leave, til I had to
I'm running out of ways to say the things I wanna say
Cliche, cliche, a-splee blase
It doesn't matter anyway
You're sitting til the day becomes the night
And then you're wondering why
You didn't try harder to be mine when I was yours
And who is the fly to the spider anyhow?
Hey, I don't know what you're gonna do
But I know I can't stay here
Keep consulting my oracles and the answer's still unclear
Cause I don't know what's worse
If I keep on trying
Or if I live my life lying
Living in a day dream with no sense of time
It must be nice to know
You're so hard to let go
You stick like the skin to the cartilage
I sing in your tree like a partridge
A constant reminder of what you did or didn't do
Didn't you say you're sorry? I know you did
Hey, I never wanted to be what I became
And I never wanted to leave, til I had to
I'm running out of ways to say the things I wanna say
It doesn't matter anyway
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9. |
I Get Scared
03:22
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Well I'm not very good at brainwashing
But I'm great at washing dishes
I'm slow to do the laundry
And the funny thing about it is
Before I wash my sweater I take my heart off of the sleeve
I know that says something about me
But I'm not quite sure what it means
I'm not purely good
It doesn't make me bad
I'm not holding back
I hope you understand
Because my eyes will tell you things
My heart won't tell you through my lips
So I get scared and turn away because of it
I'm holding out for magic
And you're holding out for matches
Tell me which one is more tragic:
The cynic or the romantic?
You brought a gun, I brought a knife
It isn't fair for us to fight
You know I'm right
I'm not purely good
It doesn't make me bad
I'm not holding back
I hope you understand
Because my eyes will tell you things
My heart won't tell you through my lips
So I get scared and turn away because of it
You brought a gun, I brought a knife
It isn't fair for us to fight
You know I'm right
I'm not purely good
It doesn't make me bad
I'm not holding back
I hope you understand
Because my eyes will tell you things
My heart won't tell you through my lips
So I get scared and turn away
Oh, you got scared, you turned away
We both got scared, we turned away
Now look at this
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10. |
Take 3
02:49
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It's sorta strange
To know that you've changed
But everyone treats you mostly the same
When inside your brain
You know the terrain is so different now
It's hard to explain how a rock's just a grain
To a mountain who feels a tsunami of pain
Just take all the shame
And swallow it deep down inside of you
Oh just take, take, take
Turn around, give it all away
Never mind what they say
You're a ray of light in these dark times
It's sorta strange how the world is a stage
But no one's performing anymore these days
There's no roles to play
We all gotta stay inside for now
It's inhumane, the way things have changed
Faster than any of us can explain
Now everything's gray
It's a hard kind of rain and it's frozen now
Oh just take, take, take
Turn around, give it all away
Never mind what they say
You're a ray of light in these dark times
It's a new day, I feel more awake
And everything's painted a rosier shade
It's still not okay but it's gonna be
So just take, take, take
Turn around, give it all away
Never mind what they say
You're a ray of light in these dark times
It's sorta strange
To know that you've changed
But everyone treats you mostly the same
It's still not okay but
One day it's gonna be
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11. |
Frankly
02:35
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Catch me when I'm feeling festive
Kissin all my ex's exes
You tell me there's no exit
But I always find a way
And frankly I don't give a damn
I lost my mind and I bought a van and
No one can tell me who I am
I'm a guitarist, I'm a stereotype
I'm the loudest, I can't sleep at night
If I'm honest, sometimes I wish I was a
Different kind of mammal
I often ramble
My mom is good at scrabble
My cousin is an asshole
And I've got so many you'll never guess which one
So I can say that
I'd also like to add that
They don't come to my shows
So they'll most likely never know
And when I feel like I'm alone
I see your face and I feel at home
Sometimes my body is not my own
But that's a separate topic
I'm sketched by a shaky hand
Only an artist could understand
An hour glass without the sand
A timeless tender object
I can't be bought or sold
My love is worth its weight in gold
It isn't cheap but for you it's free
Here's a song about you or maybe three
You simply could not understand
All I can do with my small hands
And how I can be the bigger man
When I am 5'2
Life has been more than kind
Swallow your pride and choke on the rinds
If the lack thereof leaves you empty inside
Your childhood was just like mine
And I will not twist to fit your mold
I'll leave your judgments in the cold
And laugh from inside of my home
Where I sit comfortably
Because I accept that I am cringe
That every lamp I own has fringe
And every show I've ever binged
Was thanks to an algorithm
And frankly I don't give a damn
I lost my mind and I bought a van
It wasn't cheap but now I'm free
This song is really about me
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Carmel Liburdi Detroit, Michigan
Alt/indie /singer-songwriter from Detroit, MI.
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