1. |
My Practise Scream
03:29
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I spend so long acting calm, alone I tear myself apart
My voice is cracked, the swords already a scar
The doors are locked in an open roofed car
And wine is a signature, it proves who you are
My fingers on the candle flame
I’m eating from the photo frame
I know that you feel the blame
I can be the face while you wait
I’ll say it in a happy way
Without the anger you’ll just be left with the pain
I’m not sure I have the words to explain
Not sure I ever have
Cos here we all still are
Our voices like an open bar
One more chance
One more drink
This is the week we say everything
I’m working on my… practise
I’m working on my…. scream
I’m working on my… practice
I’m working on my… scream
I’m working on my practise scream
I’m working on my
I’m working on my
I’m working on my
I’m working on my
I’m working on my practise scream
Im gonna show you what I mean
When the leaves fall off the trees covers blown
Is a spiders web its work or its home?
I'm working on my practise scream
I bite my tongue and it bleeds
I guess that means my heart still beats
Practise makes perfect so I will never speak
I’ll be in the attic, working on my practise scream
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2. |
Super Natural
05:47
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Memory folding over me like a dream
Debris desperate to be origami
You left us at midnight in your pyjamas
Looking for a full stop after a life full of commas
It’s super natural to be like this
It’s super natural to be like this
I saw a ghost on the verge of tears trying to change its dirty sheet
There’s a note in my sandwiches saying you won’t be back this week
Duvet days turn into decades
There’s a head inside the fridge
I hold my breath as I swim to both sides of the argu-
-meant to be anything but this
Meant to be magic with witches and wizards
But I cant spell a thign
It’s super natural to cry when you’re alone
It’s super natural to wanna sell your bones
It’s super natural to wanna right some wrongs by writing songs
While you explode
This house is exploding
This house is exploding
This house is exploding
And I understand
It’s super natural to be like this
It’s super natural to be like this
Experiments on years
We repeat till it disappears
It’s super natural to wanna talk about it
Hyperventilating
Texting the person I was dating
My head is in the mushroom clouds
I can’t change a thing
And when I see the house again I say its on the mend
Cos I forgot each time it happens
Super natural
Super natural
Super natural
I love you all
I love you all
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3. |
Summertime
04:31
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I am crawling
But I am certain
There is sunlight
Inside every person
If I open an eye
Will I blind or shine?
Oh why cannot I cry?
If I taste blood could I say it was sun?
Something yet begun?
Sent from above?
Maybe made with love
Oh I guess we’ll find out in summertime
Oh I guess we’ll find out in summertime
Oh I guess we’ll find out in summertime
Oh I guess we’ll find out in summertime
Cover up your eyes
Cover up your mouth
I’m not sure what's inside
Am I gonna find out?
I let my left go and then I left my right
Oh I wanna be your summertime
But I don’t know where I stand now
So I will just lay down
Is it only the ground a flower holds your hand?
I let my left go and then I left my right
Oh I wanna be your summertime
But I don’t know where I stand now
So I will just lay down
Is it only the ground a flower holds your hand?
Holds your hand
Holds your hand
Cover up your eyes
I’ll unwed my limbs in front of them
I’m not sure what’s inside
I guess we’ll find out in summer time
I am crawling
But I’m certain
There is sunlight inside every person
Summertime
Summertime
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4. |
I Could Be
05:30
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Paint myself red so the snipers never know
Bar fights where teeth fly remind me of home
And I still look under my pillow for a king that I can ask things
That I need to know
Like how do I pull a sword from a stone?
We'll start with those, and end with your bones
I need to know
I was trying to be a rock but ended up as the beach
I don't mind a little lonely
Wear the ocean as a dress to feel holy
I could be a great wife
I could be a father
I could be a sunrise
I could be so upset with me
Separating, becoming the same thing
I'm trying to tell you that I'm trying to tell you
Separating, becoming the same thing
I'm trying to tell you that I'm trying to tell you
I'm trying to tell you that I'm trying to tell you
Am I an archer or an architect?
Trying to find a pulse for all unliving objects
Don't ask if I'm frightened, like a deer
when you're headlights
I'm having a quiet night in with my panic
Can you past the salt?
I'll open my wounds and season my faults
I'll open my wounds and season my faults
I'll open my wounds and season my faults
I'll open my wounds and season my faults
I could be a great wife
I could be a father
I could be a sunrise
I could be so upset with me
Separating, becoming the same thing
I'm trying to tell you that I'm trying to tell you
Separating, becoming the same thing
I'm trying to tell you that I'm trying to tell you
I was trying to tell you
I was trying to tell you
I was trying to tell you
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5. |
In Front of Me
04:46
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I am thinking of a memory
I am thinking of a memory
I am memory
I am thinking of a memory
And never what’s in front of me
I don’t lose things
I leave them
But I’m tired of that reason
But it’s a reason, at least
We care so much but know so little of what’s coming up
I think it’s time we swap our safety net with gloves
Tomorrow I will hold on to everything I thought I had to let go of to keep safe
I wanna put my ear on my own rib cage
I wanna hear what I’ve been keeping safe
I wanna take your picture but I’m scared I’ll miss ya
I wanna take your picture but I’m scared I’ll miss ya
But I’m tired of that bullshit philosophy
At one point we were saving more than we were playing the game
Thinking of a memory
I remember everything
Thinking of a memory
I remember everything
And on the back page where we lay our heads
Hang only capes around our necks
Sat out on the window ledge
Like the world is a lake we haven’t dived into yet
And I don’t drink coffee but you pour me one
“Try a cup of everything just once”
Oh I could hear that everyday till I’m 71
When I hear that starting gun I better not run out of descriptions quick
Thinking of a memory
Thinking of a memory
Thinking of a memory
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6. |
Long Lovely Life
05:19
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It’s only five years but it’s a long lovely life
All the mess and all the tears make the memories rise
And now we have lasers
And now we have love
It’s not as scary as you think when it happens
Its just the way it is
Long Lovely Life
Long Lovely Life
Long Lovely Life
Long Lovely Life
I wrote you a letter for 25
You replied in time
On video you cried
Saying it’ll be alright and theres been lasers and butterflies
Are you still in love with whats been done, are you ok with what's to come?
I got some questions balanced on my tongue
I taught them how to dance and then I taught them how to run
Long lovely life
Long Lovely Life
Long Lovely Life
Long Lovely Life
Long Lovely Life
And there were bite marks the size of a house in disguise
And tiny little fires were setting up in our mouths, somehow
Our eyes were going red, our eyes were going red,
But we’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
We’re not leaving here without our best friends
Long lovely life
Long lovely life
Long lovely life
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