1. |
Come Alive
04:25
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The night rains sideways
Little darts sting my face
The wind leans like a falling wall
There is struggle to walk
but an ease to stand tall
The black sound rushes to rise
Catching shadows mad with a violence
The rain has set fire to everything
What does not rage,
rests on the pavement
Or sleeps in the leaves like a distant city
There is struggle to hide now
but an ease to come alive
Come Alive, come alive…
All the layers and layers
Cannot shield from revival
Mad with the dancing storm
And all the layers and layers
Refuse to disguise
The birth of the Winter Child
Fire tall and body alive
The birth of the Winter Child…
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2. |
The Whale
05:13
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From the eyes of the whale that follows me
I’m a child of my own
And my heart cries out for the miracle
Of my constant motion
Though I’m stuck on the road crying
And there’s no way home
From the eyes of the whale following
There’s the back of me
My child I see
Perfectly
From here there’s something waking, rising
Coming so far up to breathe
It could be a swelling wave
Or it could be a body surfacing
From the eyes of the one that’s struggling
I’ve abandoned all hope
From the eyes of the one from behind
There’s the back of my shoulders
And back of my face
And I cannot find one thing misplaced
Revealed in time so rare and chosen
It is, it is, it’s skin I see
A world awoke and keeps so much left hidden
The rest I imagine
From here there’s something waking, rising
Coming so far up to breathe
It could be a swelling wave
Or it could be a body surfacing
Revealed in time…
From here there’s something waking, rising…
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3. |
Scream
04:10
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Maybe I scared them off…
Maybe I scared them all off
I found my scream
Out in the woods
Brutal, sure, and terrifying
It roars, it falls, it enters
As it reappears
Tonight I found my scream
It sent the dear running
It got the rain hailing
Maybe I scared them off
Maybe I scared them all off
Oh Thunder, Thunder
Let me try to rip apart your storm
To find the Giant, Giant
Tell us what it is that keeps us home
Oh Body, Body
Let me understand the stray dog song
To find the brutal, sure, and –
brutal, sure, and –
Terrifying
I found my scream…
Maybe I scared them off…
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4. |
Trails of Star
05:43
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Trails of star
If you’re real
You’ll disappear
In the second dream
You reveal to me
From your own memory
What the first dream dreamt
You stayed in town
Didn’t want me to know
At the trails of star
Can you see it now?
Where the words you say
Are the things I saw
Phone call
If you’re real
You’ll disappear
In the second dream
You reveal to me
What I’m watching
Every trail of star
At the trails of star
Can you see it now?
Where the words you say
Are the things I saw…
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5. |
Hush (Smash!)
04:37
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So he said he’s been
Caught in a similar wave
He can’t sleep either
Even though winter
Wears a heavy lid
He gets out of bed and can’t see
Why here, why this,
Why why would I ever?
Even though leaves already fell
And the sprouts wait
And he suddenly
Craves to smash something
Even when everything sings,
Hush, hush, hush
We all, we all can’t wait, can’t wait
To smash something!
We all, we all can’t wait, can’t wait
To – to – t o –
So she said she’s been
Caught in a similar trance
She waits until
Night to tear off her
Clothes and run, run
And as the clouds begin to devour
She chooses to shriek
Even though cold offers her tears
It offers her tears
And she suddenly
Craves to smash something
Even when everything sings,
Hush, hush, hush
We all, we all can’t wait, can’t wait
To smash something!
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6. |
February 17th
03:15
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7. |
Careful Broken
04:28
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When I come home all I want
Is a quiet house
Well I came home, didn’t I?
Yea I came home, didn’t I?
Well it’s hard to tell
And define the smells
No longer passing
Oh I wish
I’d more be the Careful Broken
I could make the bed right away
I would make it seem like nobody
Knew these sheets
When I came home I could not see
I said, I’ll just touch everything
And I’ll make something mine
You will have me as yours
And I’ll know where I am
When I wake up
Oh I wish
I’d more be the Careful Broken
All the glasses would stand in the cupboard
But first I’d wash them clean
So nobody left a mark
See now
Now that I’m making the bed
Their seat can get cold
And time will remove
The body it knew
And I’m now the Careful Broken
I never leave the chair out and open
I put it away…
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8. |
Street To Ride
04:40
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Well if there’s one thing that I know
It’s that I love these streets
I could walk ‘em, run ‘em, ride ‘em
And I don’t think I’d get tired
Of all the houses have to say
Or all the different ways
The sun bleeds through
Well if there’s one thing that I’m knowin’
Solitude’s a heavy horse
On her back I keep on piling
All the different loads of crying
On her thigh I slap, with a spur I press
Go leave, my loneliness…
If there’s one thing that I know
It’s that I got a street to ride
With an ever-changing light
With a constant turning shadow
If there’s one thing that I know
It all takes a little pain
To climb the hill you stagger
To work the way desired
To live a life of truth
To find the one that proves
To bleed through
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When the heart overfills
Then the heart comes a heart
Says, “I have nothing to say
Because there are too many words
There are too many words”
Then the body hears
And the body says
“Well I have so much to say
But I have no clue what it is
I have no clue what it is”
And the body goes,
Cry – no, no, no – run
No, speak, no, sing
No, huddle in the corner
Spread out in the grass
Or kiss him, or hold her
Or thank you, I’m sorry
For everything
But when the heart runs dry
It goes by another name
And says, “I have one thing to say
Faith is a dead end
Faith is a dead end”
And the body kind of looks
And the body looks away
And says, “Was there something I heard?
I can’t remember
I can’t remember”
And the body goes,
Sit and stare and cry
Please cry, but I can’t cry
Please cry, but I can’t cry
Then comes the honest minute
Of the quiet, dark hour
With the naked body
Of the shivering winter
She cannot find her room
In a stranger’s house
It leaves me struck
In an empty room weeping
I’m weeping
Well if this is a body
We stand with our chest faced towards the sky
With arms hanging down, head back
And our feet barely grab the ground
Our feet barely grab the ground…
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eleanor murray Olympia, Washington
Songwriter, producer, and artist Eleanor Murray has spent the past twelve years creating and recording music out of the Pacific Northwest. Informed by folk tradition while adhering to no rules, Eleanor Murray’s music exists in a genre all its own. Her songs are often structurally complicated, while also sparse and open, full of warmth and light. Each album’s sonic landscape is completely its own. ... more
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