1. |
Always Good
05:29
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I’m stealing you away
and I know because we talk every day.
From where you are
teach me how to get inside,
this “something more” feels so far away.
There’s nothing left to say.
I hold my breath
but the seasons cease to change.
And I don’t want
something there to get switched off,
or I turn crazy and feel like running away.
Are you here with me?
I can feel you but you’re drifting far away.
You’re in my head now,
but it’s alright,
because you’re always good at least so far,
today.
The perfect hideaway,
the floor is raised but the ceiling stays the same.
For my love,
I’ll try to piece it together.
Just something to make me feel like I’m feeling better.
Are you here with me?
I can feel you but you’re drifting far away.
You’re in my head now
but it’s alright,
because you’re always good at least so far.
You want to get out,
get out.
But you’re “Hollywood, you Big Ol’ Star.”
You’ve been in my head now for a long time
but you’re always good
you’re always good
you’re always good.
you’re always good
you’re always good
you’re always good.
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2. |
Warmer
03:38
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Another day hungover
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I was just walking around
this city where memories nip at your heels.
It’s a familiar sound
but I want it to make you feel something.
And I don’t want to feel down
you are the one I need around.
There’s a party happening somewhere
from my bed I can hear them all screaming.
And it fills up my room
in this city where enemies stick to your hands.
And I feel it around,
the air is warm and you swear you forgot how it felt.
If there was someone I knew I would talk to them
if you weren’t the one I needed around.
I need you around.
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3. |
Transitional
03:44
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In this transitional phase
I don’t want to replace you
There’s not much left to erase
but I have to go back to feeling at home.
I’m non-confrontational, babe.
You know that.
And heaven’s less than a place we go after
it’s more what’s left in the space between breaths
our words hang over our heads,
half-filled.
And like a sad party trick
you’re barely listening to me.
I should get over myself.
But I’m so much to get over.
It gets worse as I get older,
but I’m listening.
In this transitional place
I don’t want to disgrace you,
but I can’t put a face to the name.
Then you realize you haven’t been loved
by someone enough for them to know how to hurt you.
Does that hurt less
or more?
I can’t tell
I just tell myself something to think of something else.
And this is hard to quit and
you’re barely listening to me.
I should get close to myself,
but I feel so far away
still fearing most of the day
most of the day.
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4. |
With the Sun
05:00
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So, you’re back in town.
Feeling sick I hide around.
If it comes in one swift kick
I’ll shut it down.
So, it’s time to step aside
these are the months I stay inside.
I can hear it calling but I can’t make out a single word it says.
Something must have disappeared
in the twilight
of that little youth of yours.
Now, you’re feeling weird.
But it’s hard to know
where you’re gonna go from here.
In a maze we create
don’t we love to get lost.
And I like how it tastes
but I hate what it costs.
You’re my heart on a string
that I pull from afar.
You’re my faith in the morning
that goes down with the sun.
With the sun.
So, now the TV’s on
all winter long
and you can’t quite sleep enough.
And as you’re walking
faces bleed,
in and out.
I say, “I love you.”
You say, “I love having you around.”
Something must have disappeared
in the twilight
of that little youth of yours.
Now, you’re feeling weird.
But it’s hard to know
where you’re gonna go from here.
In a maze we create
don’t we love to get lost.
And I like how it tastes
but I hate what it costs.
You’re my heart on a string
that I pull from afar.
You’re my faith in the morning
that goes down with the sun.
You’re the salt on my skin
from a deep, good cry.
You’re my “lie for the better,”
you’re my wandering eye.
You should listen to yourself,
don’t you listen to me.
You’re my eternal sleep—
too much of a good thing.
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5. |
Distracted
03:37
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Living in a windowless room
I’m always afraid I’ll never get back to you.
You look like the sun,
come on give your light to me.
Radiate your light on me
just don’t lie to me.
My head keeps me distracted
never been in
but I always walk past it.
A crack in my shell,
I leak and I wail.
I look for little actions
to keep me busy when I’m feeling disastrous.
My past life,
my spell.
I laugh and I wail.
You look like the sun,
come on give your light to me.
Share a little light on me,
share.
My head keeps me distracted
never been in
but I always walk past it.
A crack in my shell,
I leak and I wail.
I look for little actions
to keep me busy when I’m feeling disastrous.
My past life,
my spell.
I laugh and I wail.
This heart keeps me distracted
now every time I look in
I always walk past it.
I’ve slept in your hell
I’ve lasted so well.
You look like the sun
litter me in ashes
now every time I heal
I heal a little faster.
Faster.
You look like the sun.
You look like the sun.
You look like the sun.
You look like the sun.
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6. |
All Your Energy
02:29
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All your energy will not warm the earth.
The peaceful symmetry in everything you do will wash away, forever.
When you replenish the soil I hope sing like a bird of prey.
You cannot wait for your friends to leave the party.
You’ve been awake almost every day,
Oh, please you’re such a simple target.
Finish what you started.
Make it last.
I’ll make it last.
But I’m moping around, again.
Can’t make a sound in any dream I’m in.
Can’t make it out of bed.
Will November let me see the light of day?
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7. |
Angry All the Time
04:46
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Red birds
with red curls along the sides.
Head first
down the burning riverside.
And I feel so angry all the time.
When you walk
keep your footing steady, calm your mind.
After dark
keep your keys inside your fist,
across.
And you feel so angry all the time.
I like to keep my feelings close when I’m alright
so when I think I feel it most it reminds
“I’m alive.”
500,000 people walking side by side,
It stings a little less when you’re wrong all the time.
I like to keep my family close so I know they’re alright
but there’s still a failure to remember if I’m doing it right.
So when I’m coming home I still feel I’m on the outside looking in,
looking for a reason why…
why we feel so angry all the time.
Is it getting better,
or is the news cycle just changing?
Well, if we were getting better
then something would be there.
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8. |
Worry
04:11
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Tell me, who will break through
the universal meaning of truth?
There’s only one of me
and a million of you.
You spend your life in a room.
You’ll never leave if no one says you have to.
You’ve become hungry for sleep
and rehearsing how to make it last forever.
When all my worry keels me over
and all my cells eat themselves away,
my dripping brain can’t wait to end it,
I amputate those thoughts away
my worry keeps my wheels turning,
if I could sing
I’d sing with it
I’m listening to ocean current,
I can’t swim
I’ll dive right in—
but I don’t want to give it away.
You are the one,
my ever-burning,
so concerned,
my blistering sun.
I could never make you,
would never make you
worry.
Tell me, who is the last person you kept under a mask?
Would you wear it out?
Believe me; you wouldn’t even have to ask me.
When all the skin around my fingers
is raw and I can’t pluck a single string,
would you still have a hand to hold me?
Would you still like to wear my ring?
But I don’t want to give it away.
You are the one,
my ever-burning,
so concerned,
my blistering sun.
I could never make you,
would never make you
worry.
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9. |
Simplest Song
04:32
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Through waters high,
backwards and all,
sleep-walk for hours and wander back home.
I’d do it for you,
whoever you are.
Somewhere I lost the plot.
I want to know where you are.
I want to know where you are.
Really, it’s the simplest song.
It’s been said before
but never enough
to put back the pieces that fall apart.
If I live for you,
then how I could I ever be lonely again?
I want to know where you are.
I want to know where you are.
Really, it’s the simplest song.
Oh, really it’s the simplest song for me to sing
and I’d do anything
to live for a day and feel wide awake
for a love that’s yet learned how to forget
the things that you say
I am wide awake,
I am.
I want to know where you are.
I want to know where you are.
Really, it’s the simplest song.
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10. |
Each Light
06:49
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Tell me how to get it back
this twenty-year-long heart attack
are you living how you want to these days?
Let me learn to let it go
the feeling of your self-control
and we’ll be back here,
drinking the same thing
someday.
I love you more
when we’re alone
and we were born from different stores
you can wear me out if I suit you.
We didn’t do much of anything
I was getting speeding tickets
burning each light
to get to you.
Tell me why I feel like this
and I still refuse a therapist
I’m such a stubborn Taurus,
I know.
And I know that you won’t miss me
and nobody is listening
but I’ll drink and scream until my lungs sting.
I love you more
when we’re alone
and we were born from different stores
you can wear me out if I suit you.
We didn’t do much of anything
I was getting speeding tickets
burning each light
to get to you.
I love you more
when we’re alone
and we were born from different stores
you can wear me out if I suit you.
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Callahan and the Woodpile Montreal, Québec
Callahan and the Woodpile are an Indie Rock/Folk band from Montreal.The new project from former solo artist Callahan
substitutes the acoustic singer-songwriter ethos for a new lush, enriched full-band sound; all the while maintaining the personal lyricism and infectious hooks of his early material.
Their new record "Burning Each Light" is out now!
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