I write songs for Tracer Metula. Here are the words.
forlorn, forlorn
hum along
javelin
one is silver
phantoms offend
the sea came to me
toy surprise
want not to want
yellow as well
oh i never wrote you a song until you were gone
it would’ve given me away
and though it’s sad it is the truth: our hearts they are unglued
was it the surface or the paste?
oh i’m so sorry i withheld myself for you
oh i’m not sorry (am i ever?) for enduring you like i do
hearts spark a lot whether or not
it’s all right… it’s alright
i swear that i’m inflammable
but it rained so much that year
allow each crisis go as not to find more than we lost
i’m blind enough to see
i tried like you wouldn’t know how; you’re not my mystery now
to solve through like you need
you shattered my rose-colored lenses
my eyes, oh my eyes
ah well, it was in self-defense
but i cry such bloody tears
my eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
where is the harm if you won’t let it show?
where is the harm when i want it to be found?
i love… i hope
the moonlight occurs to me
for our escape
it’s so hard to catch a word
above a whisper
i’ll hum
maybe i’ll never make
an impression upon you at all
beyond evenings in mixed company
and so remain but acquainted
my solo silhouette
humming a tune
without accompaniment
under the white moon
vibrated all i can
would you prefer inertia?
i get so quiet i resonate
why don’t you resonate?
i’ll hum along
i will hum along
and maybe i’ll never make
any impression upon you at all
i will hum along
aim me, aim me
along a path that hasn't a trajectory
alike, alike
another volley falling to the ground
only, only
i'm lately anxious at the static that i'm in
i'll shake, i'll shake
the quiver if i have to heave myself
but even if i ricochet
because my edge has gone away
oh my dart could be the only one to throw
sharpen, sharpen
my head until my lead is like a javelin
puncture, puncture
a target easily as paper torn
open, open
my throat so i don't choke on ink i ougtta pin
into, into
you leaving injury indelible
but even if my lead’ll break
––a line no longer: a mistake––
oh my jot could be the only one to show
i get awfully dreadful a notion going through my head
("you may careen-ah-yah-yah!")
page, awaiting mark, i have a lot to confess
but sketching is so hard, i'd rather not draw it all-oo-ah
the well inside my heart is wasted ink there unless
by arrowing the guard is taken out (though even if my)
oh my dart could be
oh my dart could be
oh my dart could be the only one you throw
show up for the icing on the cake
or not if your engagements cannot break
so what if we'll just be doing Coke?
and candles are the only thing to smoke
save money on a gift
and cut your sentiment adrift
no need to even autograph a card
i've got enough to play
the game without you anyway
so don't believe you caused us any harm
grow up faster every passing year
suck down your death until you disappear
throw up everything that you should keep
lie down so that your memory can sleep
i stumble in the fall
upon someone i don't recall
although your features seem to ring a bell
don’t turn the volume down
without the benefit of sound
advice to offer any kind of help
would you ever hold my hurt against me?
it's a criticism i can take
now i've got no fond Brahman to defend me
who will be waiting when you jump over the moon? ah
no one
one
(who?)
“why don’t you wait for the cure?”
this sickness holds little hope
“could you keep your fingers crossed?”
the epidemic’s hidden like it never was caught
i know i know that it’s hard to be set in stone
i know i know erosion’s slow dynamite
i know i know that it’s trying not to explode
i know i know i’m ready to glow
don’t kill the lights just yet
i fear their haunting more than phantoms i’ve met
put your brave front somewhere else (for you i do)
the panic that i’m feeding isn’t easily starved (but of late i don’t try that)
next best thing has to ruin it all
every curve is a wicked fall
can’t you see i’m a lucky man?
selfish as i know i am
but of late i don’t try that
next best thing has to ruin it all
every curve is a wicked fall
can’t you see i’m a lucky man?
i was through before i began
one two three take away the for
one two three take away the for
one two three take away the for
selfish as i know you are
having no fortune anywhere near
i quit the porch in my walking pair
ambled until i lost who i am
nothing i feel i couldn’t find again
no wonder i acquired a congestion in my lungs
no wonder i required another source of oxygen
my sorrow lifted with the terrain
when i descended the path was plain
so i continued drifting along
loving the venue of vagabonds
no wonder i acquired such a pale complexion there
no wonder i required a less oppressive atmosphere
without the bother of my assumed i.d.
i’m not made down by paperwork or property
but even more important to have left behind
would be the sympathetic soul that i could never find
finally i came to rest by the sea
weighed all my options and both my feet
then i plunged deeply into a dream
cradled by waves that allayed fatigue
no wonder i acquired such a flood within my lungs
no wonder i required another source of oxygen
hesitating are we? hold our home so darling
where there's no horizon our sore eyes can never know
however much the sun can improve my color
need another’s skin to remove my pallor
though the air’s without impurity
still mouth-to-mouth is necessary if i’ll ever breathe
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
clad in sand when i arose
i never told you i’d disappear
i might owe that
i’ve got a toy surprise
from some life ago
with my mementos by
i’m not so alone
and if i’m so inclined
i believe i can recall
once hours waited for you
i believe i can recall
nothing i save matters, oh
nothing i save matters, oh
nothing i save matters
all the sakes i’m keeping cannot save me
another whatnot
another whatnot
another curio could never cure this sense of missing
all the sakes i’m keeping cannot save
that’s what they’ll say because they
are who they are
you take all the blame… you take all the blame
how could you plunge ever so
it’s pretty obvious
heaven turn a blind eye… heaven never mind
you once cut your teeth on making out
now your bite won’t fit inside your mouth
you made your bed unmaiden
lie burning, undercovered
lull asleep your rage… lull asleep your rage
but rising recognize that
calm doesn’t come… happiness is only lesser misery
hold out your hands all prayerfully, yeah
hold out your hands and close your eyes
who doesn’t care for a nice surprise?
bon bon? no way!
don’t peek already
you look and you die
should sugarplums disturb your slumbering
dance another way
want not to want and be glad that you have
either
i forget why
all this consuming i do
there’s a hunger i’ve got
that i can’t remember not
at all having once had
and fear is the reason i move
it’s so unhealthy, oh i know
i would like a better impetus
i’m gonna die
death’s always nipping my heels
i can turn it away
with a pellet that i take
but only for so long
already a-flashing again
i’m so afraid of all the ghosts
who look like someone i used to know
and oh, this maze is making me ill
my mind’s so numb i no longer feel
the walls have no beginning or end
i’m wishing for an exit but to wish is useless
(to keep playing, insert another coin)
then one day i
turn ‘round a corner and you
nearly crash into me
with your ribbon and your cheek
and that is how we meet
tho yellow i no longer fear
any phantoms i’ve known
i would frighten if you went away