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Future Old Trees
06:00
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I’ve been hanging out in old trees, touching roots deep underground
Time passes with these dead leaves, that river’s just a puddle now
And I can feel a slight breeze, washing ‘round me with that old sound
Left my heart down by the river, now it's nowhere to be found
I can feel the sunrise, through the bottom of my soul
And looking up there are clear skies, but they say I’m getting old
I remember walking, through the shadows with my friend
Then like the leaves compacted, turned to dirt and soil again
Think it's a thing we gotta go through, this trodden path of love to know you
I must admit I’ve been selfish but I’m trying to find a balance and my checkbook just bounced
But I’m trying to have a future, oh I’m trying to have a future
That bark it likes to shimmer, when the sun peeks through the clouds
But if I look too long it burns me, eats me from the inside out
I came here from the wastelands, gonna build a home somehow
Cause if this life it kills me, then I got nothing to fear now
Think it's a thing we gotta go through, this trodden path of love to know you
I must admit I’ve been selfish but I’m trying to find a balance and my checkbook just bounced
But I’m trying to have a future, oh I’m trying to have a future
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Alone
05:20
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When I walked beside you on that warmest of evenings I felt stoned
And I forgot to listen to my intentions my mission about growing
See I’ve been down that road a few times lost my beauty lost my mind
Now here I stand a different man, changing game, changing plan
Still searching for my kind
But your silhouettes in the fading daylight brought me ‘round
So I took off in the moonlight as the temple burned down
For the change I see I need inside to feel
Its drawing me in closer, my heart to heal
I’ll go it alone I’ll go it alone, I’ll go it alone I’ll go it alone
Moons are passing and the smoke from burnt up hills and flame licked oaks still clouding up my sight
I’ve been holding onto something chasing on that liquid courage to get me through the night
I know there ain’t no redemption at the bottom of a 12 oz can
Change comes only to the willing, it boldly states, “here’s your hand”
I’ll go it alone I’ll go it alone, I’ll go it alone I’ll go it alone
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Bobbie's House
04:06
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There’s a pattern I’ve been going through it feels like progress
There’s a weight that’s been a lifting in my mind
And if the things that make me blue still keep me honest
Then why’d I gotta go and treat you unkind
Mmm even when you treat me so, even when you treat me so kind
There’s a desert highway running me on empty,
It’s lined up where my pocketbook should be
And I spook real easy, especially in my 20’s
Tend to fall a little flat, I’m trying to stay in key
So I’m building a roof
For my soul to dwell
Cause my home needs protection
I’ve got staying power
The words I’ve said are true I’ll keep my promise
Given what we’ve been through nothing’s gonna be the same
Can’t think of a single excuse to make me tarnish
The light behind, the fuse to blow away
So I’m building a roof
For my soul to dwell
Cause my home needs protection
I’ve got staying power
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Distant Pages
04:48
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Does the wind blow fast where you’re going?
There’s a question I’ll ask without knowing.
Will it fall into your ears, like a key into a lock
And will it open? And will it open?
Or just keep flowing on past, through the currents through the grass
Till the memories fade at last into the ocean
If the flame flickers low, will you shelter?
When you’re miles from letting go, will you remember?
The smell of sulfur stings from a match struck in the spring
Now it’s September
How do you heal an aching heart, or a burn that touch will smart
Hold it close or time apart I have no answer
To have courage and be bold, and welcome changes
And let this path before unfold to higher ranges
Insecurities I’ve had, I’ll gently let go from my bag
Of cherished stages
I’ll return myself to me, with open arms I come to thee
Lead by my heart I know I’ll see your distant pages
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Jeremy James Meyer Portland, Oregon
Jeremy James Meyer is a creator. Give him a pile of wood, and he'll craft you a table; offer him a town in the back country, and he'll sculpt you a carnival; hand him a life of experiences, and he will meet them with wisdom and wit, and leave us all a legacy of music and poetry. ... more
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