1. |
Slow Road
03:03
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If my car doesn’t start
I guess I’ll be staying put
it’ll be good for my pocketbook
if my car doesn’t start
If my car doesn’t start
I guess I’ll be walking around town
it’ll be good to get to know my hood
if my car doesn’t start
I should be taking the slow road
I should be going the winding way
anyway so I guess
that it’s best
if my car
finally won’t start
If my car doesn’t start
I guess I’ll be biking around
it’ll be good for my head and my ass and my heart
if my car doesn’t start
chorus
Why do I need these wheels anyway?
Why do I try to race through my days?
Can’t I just tame my pace and face
my longing for arrivals?
If my car doesn’t start
I guess I’ll be hitching a lift
it’ll be good for my loneliness
if my car doesn’t start
I should be taking the slow road
I should be going the winding way
anyway so I guess
that it’s best
if I find that my car
finally gives me a fresh start
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2. |
The Garden
04:18
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I thought I was done
with loving you
once a blossom,
never again to bloom
far as I was concerned
forever through
before I walked away
I went and pulled up the roots
we left our love in the garden
trampled underfoot
but while we were tending others
she went again and took root
hard to imagine
the past we both knew
could ever bear fruit
let alone the truth
I learned a few things
from our time
like if you want a good taste
you’ve gotta tend the vine
we left our love in the garden
trampled underfoot
but while we were tending others
she went again and took root
so here’s to intention
and cheers to surprise
if I trust my eyes
I see you and I
despite cruel weather
and our foolish pride
I see you and I entwined
I see you and I entwined
we left our love in the garden
trampled underfoot
but while we were tending others
she went again and took root
yeah while we were tending others
our love, she went ahead and grew
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3. |
Summer of Wandering
04:51
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In my summer of wandering I came upon a lady
her hair was black, her lips were red
her eyes, sharp as daggers
her age was ancient while still a child
she knew what no one could
In my summer of wandering I came upon a lady
In my summer of wandering I came upon a young man
he stood by the lady’s side
a strange and faithful union
they had lived through many lives,
together in them all
In my summer of wandering I came upon a young man
In my summer of wandering I came upon a key
the key had lived 600 years
waiting, patient just for me
the women had kept it most faithfully
knowing the owner she’d meet
In my summer of wandering I came upon a key
In my summer of wandering I came upon memory
the key the woman bestowed to me
unlocked all I hadn’t seen
in the darkness the visions came
all the demons that share my name
all the terror that kept me tame
and my sorrow bled me clean
In my summer of wandering I came upon memory
In my summer of wandering I came upon a thief
he took from me my treasures,
my treats
he took from me the key
my anger raged
the tears they came
how could a man take all I’d made?
then empty handed I closed my eyes
and I saw what I was still holding:
All I needed was here with me in my summer of wandering
All I needed was here within said my summer of wandering
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4. |
Under My Tongue
02:58
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i’ve been holding your name
underneath my tongue
they all thought i swallowed you down
with your last bottle of rum
cheers! they all say
it was about time
but it’s about my lionizing
i’m still holding your name
underneath my tongue
they all thought i swallowed you down
through my system your’ve run
but what they do not know
is that i’m stone cold sober
calculating the hours
it’s not over
til i say it’s over
overcome the wanting
and the waiting
and the wallowing
wishing i could just play dead
overcome the wanting
and the waiting
and the wallowing
wishing get you out of my head
swallow you down
course through my veins
and of course i remain steady (and standing)
but i understand
that i am to blame
for holding your name so long
so long
so long
it’s not over
til i say it’s over
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5. |
Waking Up
02:50
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sitting in my parents’ drive
wondering how i’ve become
the woman that i am
when all i ever wanna do is run
far from my obligations
far from my country
far from all i love
my sister thinks that i should
find myself a man
to help me carry the weight
someone to understand
but i tried that all before
and i don’t think
i’m cut out to be adored
what keeps me here
what keeps me waking up?
my cousin’s getting married
in the church today
i will wear a mask,
keep my pessimism at bay
i will bite my tongue
when i hear the vows
and i’ll join the cheering crowds
what keeps me here
what keeps me waking up?
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Her Crooked Heart Minneapolis, Minnesota
HER CROOKED HEART is the new name; the new music of RACHEL RIES – multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, producer, hired gun, singer. Her Crooked Heart’s first release, To Gentlemen, hits the ground spinning May 5, complete with Rachel’s own limited edition artwork and featuring members of Bon Iver & Field Report. ... more
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