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This Age
02:57
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Oh this age it has not pity
we’re all victims of your time
One pigeon’s always on the go
the other happens to be mine
Oh I hope that I don’t meet him
even if it’s on the sly
cause that boy he has a riffle
and pity isn’t of his time
Should I ever meet that silver barrel
I’ll surely wonder why oh why
I ever left that line pole
and forgot what was mine oh mine
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2. |
Deloria
03:43
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Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
schizophrenia
has taken us
Water lilly
is what it was called
before it came
Deloria
Deliriously sane
Weeping willow sings our song
then falls over cause he's drunk
Oh willow grouse that we've become
the moon is full and it is felt
Stick some feathers
in your crown
cause your proud peacocks
s’got me feeling down
Your trembling
is masked with disdain
cause you’re a little too close to home
and we’re a little too the same
Weeping willow sings our song
then falls over cause he's drunk
Oh willow grouse that we've become
the moon is full and it is felt
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3. |
Phinn's
05:15
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Black candle sticks and Moby Dick
and you can relish the thought
Oh how I wonder where you are
and all the bearded men and Motel inns
only serve to push you further in
the back of my heart
Laying in the dark and waking to the sun
the thought of you it isn’t far
to way the morning down
Black coffee and the morning spins
and the blanket I am living in-
between the back and the front
Laying in it’s dark, I hide until you’re gone
I am just a rock, the sun is setting on
Life is just a crawl in the belly of a whale
and I am just a bone finding shelter from the gale
This gale, I call my heart
Laying in it’s dark, I hide until he's gone
I am just a rock, the sun is setting on
Life is just a crawl in the belly of a whale
and I am just a bone finding shelter from the gale
This gale, I call my heart
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4. |
Driftwood to Bones
05:00
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Calling and conjuring
She wears cape of green wool
Words and circumstance,
you are witch and you are wicked
You have head of stolen gold
But do not cut these plaits from me
My raft is not your sediment
and the ocean's not the sentiment
I'd like to be immersed in
Oh and you may keep a beat
beating driftwood to my bones
and you may steal my voice
and fill these lungs with smoke
but you and I are not the same
though we share the same bed
You wear furs cause you have skinned them
and dyed them red
Oh lonely taxidermist,
won't you stuff this heart with straw
cause it has passed and it is cold
It has not loved since him I'm told
Oh these little words
that I've been singing
aren't reaching depth or anyone
and I'm afraid I've not been feeling
things in their truest spectrum
The truest words that I could write,
I'm afraid I cannot love
Im afraid I wont be loved
I feel ugly and worn down.
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5. |
Petunia
03:47
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This is your song Petunia
He felt so small
cause you grew so tall
till he felt he hardly knew ya
So he put a crown on the top of his head
He broke your knees and made you laze in bed
Pretty soon nobody knew where you went
and even you started wondering
You forgot how to cry even though it’s all you did
You forgot who you were and how good it is
to be loved and to be free
the way we were all conceived to be
So your friends they searched every town in Alaska
for they missed their dear old friend Petunia
No they didn’t know there was no need to look North
for the cold in which you live, is one of the heart
You forgot how to cry even though it’s all you did
You forgot who you were and how good it is
to be loved and to be free
the way we were all conceived to be
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6. |
Green Bellows
06:08
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She said,
"Lie and look up at the stars
but always with you feet beneath a tree to keep you grounded"
For the pagans do not cry,
others lend their spirits as vessels
but not you and I
we may hold the dead back but we were not made for such things
At your side,
the light illuminates the swell of your chest
changing it from blue to gold and back again
The conversation weakens and wavers
from light to cold and dark again
Your lungs rise, expand, and fall again
And If windows could scream
yours surely would
true and told, virtue and sin
The hums of your heart may disguise
but the flecks give you away
The night sky on your face
Regarding your smell,
I love them
But know that you’ve not built walls,
you’ve built dams
I’ll change it to a time
where I felt your heart could hold me
even if it’s tones are blue
and it paints a sadder story
cause I’ll lend myself to you
in time, in sadness and if only
wrapped in your will,
wrapped in your wool,
wrapped in your lake
two naked bodies
With their sorry eyes
and sorrier eyes
and sorrowful eyes
and sorrow filled eyes
and sorrow filled I depart
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Your Bibles
06:01
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If I use to know her well,
Is she still my family?
I hear she’s married to her books
She swears they bury her so thoughtfully
Her pilfered piles rest wall to wall
I fear she’ll come out just to get me
Her mouth is big, her teeth as well
Her voice may carry, but her words could eat me
But here comes grandma, turning my world upside down
Her men and her nephew may run with the angels
and lock her in chambers and leave her to die,
but with tablets for sea foam and distance for oceans
I am left wondering if she calls me her own.
Mother once told me that I had forthed currents
they say it’s my fault she ended it all.
But now she’s still living though no longer burdening
my father, his wife, their phone lines or walls.
But here comes grandma, turning my world upside down
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Carolina
04:10
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Shortly after her death,
she sang in a gospel choir
The cicadas weren’t in tune
but the cicada’s mummer woos
In the carolina heat
with sheets sticking to her body
she felt it court her too
her will weakened and abused
Carolina had a keeper then
with a voice that could quell the north winds
and a voice that had quelled the wood winds of her lungs
Carolina is a stranger now
caught between memories offering her no warmth
Oh I've carried her bones around for quite some time
weighing my steps and affixing to mine
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9. |
My Last Map
03:23
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My hair is wild like a lion's mane.
I'll never try to tame it again
and I'm okay with that
And under everything,
lives a boy named after my last map
said his song is so beautiful I cried,
for the first time again
Oh I'll play it forever, for every crowd and to every friend
And I'll wander this earth till my feet have known every ground
and my ears have heard every sound
and my heart has known everything
Cause it's hard to admire without greed
when confronted with the beauty, that is him
Oh I'll treat this song as a painting.
I'll never leave this room just to keep it safe.
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Her Harbour Montreal, Québec
dream folk / baroque pop
Her Harbour is the moniker of singer songwriter Gabrielle Giguere.
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