1. |
Something Real
04:00
|
|||
|
She wakes up to the falling sunrise
lays in bed and shuts the blinds to keep in the night
love remains like a fossil in amber
life plays games with us all so we remember
She holds back her truthful words
gives the scraps back to the birds
if they can't see eye to eye
then let them all be blind
She takes off her mother’s dress
where she puts the past to rest
naked winds to clothe her soul
so she can feel the sun
Worlds apart reaching for her lost paramour
left behind hoping to be recognized for more
who feels, who kneels, the ancient god is dead
let go, the wave has crashed there’s no need to hang your head
Society and all its greed
made her lose sight of what she needs
trying to buy a fairy tale
like it’s something real
When the stars are aligned
with the patterns in her mind
like a candle in the dark
she can see the sky
|
||||
2. |
Old Hotel
06:07
|
|||
|
Speechless inside an old hotel
cigarettes on the sill
watching the sidewalk,
anomaly’s between the rhapsody's
women in high heeled shoes
the record is skipping,
lamplight cutting the sight of stars
replaced by the vampire bars
where sleeping is futile
The piano’s playing out of key in tune to every memory
just like childhood doing what you're told you should until you see their misleading you
Taking a walk passing the storefront homes
selling their legs and arms
for less than money,
sky rise mountains to shield our eyes
from freedom and hungry cry’s
of people forgotten,
grey walls mother’s scream down the hall
stop running or you may fall
with bruises of learning
Violin’s play soft and thin resounding with the thunder
soak us dry with your rainy eyes our world is here to ponder
Mazes we lose ourselves in
we make walls around him who desires his freedom
she was a dealer who knew every picture
inside of her mind, we discover
Everything seems to be more than it means
caught in the wind like an escaping melody
waiting just to be
Will I miss this old hotel
Will we miss this old hotel
Day breaks knocking on my door
touching every pour
with rivers of sunlight
|
||||
3. |
Highways
05:17
|
|||
|
My system is steaming
I can't get no rest
like the stars through the feathered clouds
left at a guess
My mind keeps racing
testing the tie
to the light on the other side
chained to the sky
Highways leading me nowhere
thoughtless left to the open air
calmed down, fading like country fires
background noises and dreams expire
Facing the spaces
deluding the void
in every direction
left to a choice
Reaching for elsewhere
inside my room
and falling back outside
where the wildflowers bloom
Highways leading me nowhere
thoughtless left to the open air
calmed down, fading like country fires
background noises and dreams inspire
Stay with me I won’t let you down
love rests on the fate of a frown
stay with me I won’t let you go
time sits with the coldness of snow
Highways leading me nowhere
thoughtless left to the open air
calmed down, fading like country fires
background noises and dreams expire
|
||||
4. |
Out of Nothing
04:28
|
|||
|
Waiting for indefinite designs
am I stuck in the middle or falling behind
aimless, like splattered paint
with worn down philosophies of beggars and saints
I’m feeling like keeping inside
there’s nothing for me
just let me do my time
Broken, to break me out
honest and bloody in the face of doubt
sometimes, I feel like fighting
with the whole world around me like a streak of lightning
I’m twisting and I’m turning
like a storm cloud
or a newborn child
Busted, and caught in the act
My perfect disguises I gave them all back
playing, without keeping score
I give all the credit, to what came before
Something must be changing
out of nothing
into something more
|
||||
5. |
Above the Noise
03:29
|
|||
|
Statue’s in a garden row
empty house with no one home
crowded streets, sleep in cars
ashtray light and jailhouse bars
Paint upon a canvas door
Blue is love and white is war
truth is like a curtain torn
leave the roses to their thorns
And save, save us the trouble
of finding out the secrets
Fake, fake your promises
it’s alright for now
Rusted bike no steering wheel
tennis shoes with missing heels
busted sunset bitter rain
miracles are too mundane to see
The girl with chestnut hair
so in love and in repair
she sees the promise in his face
asks him if he’ll run the race
Of time, it takes time to separate
the madness from the real
The weight is resting on our shoulders
mimicking the world
Poet on a subway train
gospel singing meter maids
saxophone cathedral bells
somewhere off a siren wails
To join a mob of dropout boy’s
trying to sing above the noise
leaving town to find a home
honest like a catacomb
Of dreams, there’s nothing like the sweetness
of a bitter tea in the morning
far, it seems like forever
till we reach the edge of the stars
|
||||
Angel Moth Ventura, California
Angel Moth is a flavor that is both new and ancient and seeks to synchronize the mystical, mysterious and the relatable of human nature. From emotional to abstract, dream worlds to personal narratives, through poetic ballads to daring explosions of metaphor, Angel Moth is about weaving the unhinged irony of existing in a multidimensional world. Born from the creative musings of Tashi Alexander. ... more
If you like Angel Moth, you may also like:
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality.
go to album
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach.
go to album
Here in the Pitch
by Jessica Pratt
On her fourth album, Jessica Pratt blends up 60s pop and bossa nova into a spooky mix of soft psychedelia.
go to album
Great Loveday Wonder : The Collected Demo Recordings
by Billy Childish / William Loveday Intention
From the always-great label Tompkins Square comes two-dozen plus demos from alt legend Billy Childish.
go to album
Darkness begins to creep into the corners on the latest from Itasca.
go to album
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura.
go to album
Dakota Blue Moon
by Jackson Harden
Gorgeous acoustic Americana from North Carolina, stripped-back and sublime.
go to album
