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Want
03:07
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With the shades pulled down, dissolving into your couch, I stare at the floor so I don’t stare at your mouth. This is what I wanted for me. This is what I wanted to be all this time. She’s rolling her eyes as I preempt my regret, and she avers that I’ve been hedging my bets. This is what I wanted for me. This is what I wanted to be all this time. And, by the door, you’re finally telling the truth; I swallow my tongue ‘cause I don’t know what to do. This is what I wanted for me. This is what I wanted to be all this time. And maybe I lied or maybe I liked it, but I’ll keep it inside because this wasn’t my kiss. And maybe I’m fine or maybe I’m hiding. This is what I wanted for me. This is what I wanted to be all this time. This is what I’m starting to see: maybe you just weren’t meant to be mine.
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Waiting
02:43
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So what did I do? And what’re you saying? This is coming out of nowhere. And what does that mean? I mean, what does that mean? Yes, I hear you, but I don’t understand – are we not fine? So it’s just a fling. So it’s just some silly little thing we’ll both forget. Well, that’s just the thing – you can leave but I’m not giving up just yet. Won’t you be mine? I’ll be waiting for you until you take me back. And show your teeth if you have to. You can leave – if you’ve gotta get, then you’ve gotta go. And let your lungs at the ceiling. But can’t you shake this feeling from your weary mind? Then we’ll be fine. And I’ll be waiting for you until you take me back. Why do you always look so sad now? Don’t forget just what we have, now. I don’t know if you want me completely, but this is what I wanted for me and I’ll be waiting for you until you take me back.
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Ready Now
01:32
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I am ready, I am ready, I am ready now.
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Over Again
05:05
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Wrapped up in each other on a Sunday night, we’ve shut the doors and we’ve closed the blinds and you call me “honey” like you always do. “Honey, honey, can you tell me what’s on your mind? Is there a reason you won’t meet my eyes? What’s wrong?” You’re asking, so I tell you. God damn, well, I did it wrong. I did it again. Is this the end? I guess I said it first… I’d take it back, as if I hadn’t quite yet done enough. I didn’t mean it. Hey, let’s do it over again. I guess you weren’t expecting all the things I said; you’re using your hands to try and hide your head, but I know – I can see it in your shoulders. And now I’m realizing I didn’t really think this though. I start to crumble as I’m watching you, and I know that I won’t get another chance. God damn, well, I did it wrong. I did it again. Is this the end? I guess I said it first… I’d take it back, as if I hadn’t quite yet done enough. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it. Hey, let’s do it over again. Hey, let’s do it over again and again and again. Hey, let’s do it over again. Let’s do it again.
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(...)
01:30
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Used
03:35
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Take what you want and give when you have to; I kind of like the way we tear apart. And we can talk it out again and we can call it more than friends… Just keep telling me it’s all okay, and I will take you at your word. Get what you asked for; do you really still need more? See I’ve been pulling teeth to try and catch you with a smile. You just keep telling me it’s all okay, and I will take you at your word. I’ve been messing with you and you’ve been messing with me and we’ve been doing this for far too long, so keep your story to yourself. It’s time to try for something else. We’ve been doing this for far too long. But I will take you at your word. And I’ve never felt so dumb, but I love the way you used me, I do. And I want you to. Yeah, I want you, too. Do you want me at all?
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Giving Up
06:36
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So this is how it started: I saw the same stars in your eyes, the same as it ever was back then. And this is how it started: I thought it was true; I believed. The same as it ever was back then. So this is how we parted: you just had to let me down. The same as it ever was back then. And this is how we parted: it’s better to want than to have. The same as it ever was back then. I swear, one of these days, I’m going to run out of truths. Maybe you’ve been here, too. That’s enough – I’ve given up on me and, now, on you. So this is how we parted: I didn’t even know. The same as it ever was back then. Another broken heart was just par for the course, the same as it ever was back then. I swear, one of these days, I’m going to run out of truths. Maybe you’ve been here, too. That’s enough – I’ve given up on me and, now, on you.
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Coats
04:45
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Do you remember the night that we looked at the lights from years ago? It takes me far away: a time when I believed in dreams; I thought the truth was what it seemed, or what I’d been told. In your car, I left my hands on the wheel. She made me feel so far away from you, and I do. How she wrapped herself up in me like a coat, that night. How she shed me just as easily, and I guess that was my fault, too. That was my fault, too.
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The Giant Peach Burlington, Vermont
The Giant Peach is an indie art rock band from Middlebury VT. Their music captures a bitter-sweetness wrestled into songs late at night. United from disparate backgrounds in folk, blues, and jazz, the members of The Giant Peach came together to render these tales of stubborn love, mistakes, and repeated carelessness with a cutting honesty and an unexpected joy. ... more
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