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Vice
04:49
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Knock on my door, love
So, I can hear
Can I hear you?
When I’ve thrown back enough
Well, then I’ll see you
Can I see you?
You are my vice
You are shore to my once-shipwrecked eyes
You’ll fool me once, fool me twice
Then your spectre disappears before my eyes…
Knuckle on varnish
I know what you’re waiting for
Just a touch less self control
Now, who is it that takes the sword this time?
You could prove me wrong
Will you prove me wrong?
I was wrong
I don’t know
I decide to play nice despite this
I was wrong
And I don’t know why
I play nice inside of a vice grip
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2. |
Eight Winds
03:40
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I am the eastern shore
I quelled the impulses of man
Words from the river’s edge
Eight winds ask for my hand
But I bow to heaven in heaven
I am no easy catch
I am the hairline rays
In all I illuminate
Fools have felt the winds against the grain
Yeah, the innocents are to blame…
I’m incensed by your words
I cross the water to your door
What’s your excuse this time?
I am the perfect hand
No way I am just as you say
I am no simple mind
I am the hairline rays
In all I illuminate
Fools have felt the winds against the grain
Yeah, the innocents are to blame…
I see you drinking at the river
You come for a taste?
Come for a taste
You pray I come and make it clearer
But, oh, what a waste
Oh, what a waste
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3. |
Settle Down Love
03:26
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Now, we’re talking
Mouthfuls–bullets and nails
I bet your teeth are chipping splinters
And you call me, disarm me
You’re buzzing like a clipped wing
Now, what do you say?
What do you say?
I’m hanging on your words, now, honey
What do you say that hasn’t been said?
Settle down love, settle down love
Settle down love, settle down love
Root tear
Like a split-stitch in my memory
I best be keeping up
I know you won’t remember anything
Chip and chase, cut and paste
Now, what do you say?
What do you say?
I’m chasing at that sugar, come on
Well, I know (well, I know)
Well, I know this is taking too long
I best be keeping up
Settle down love, settle down love
I’m asking you to settle down, love
Settle down love, settle down love
I’m asking you to settle down, love
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4. |
Afraid
04:22
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I feel a cold itch
Tears in my own stitch
A blemish of mine
So, I try to escape it
I stay out late with
Anyone who doesn’t mind
Now, tell me
Who is that calling on the phone?
Well, I fear that I already know…
I don’t know when the night will be over
Baby, I’m afraid to check the time
And I know I’m afraid to come home sober
Baby, I’m afraid of my mind
Your text makes my hands sweat
Ribcage soaking wet
With thick blood in my chest
You call it “anointing”
What’s more disappointing
The cage in my head
I don’t know when the night will be over
Baby, I’m afraid to check the time
And I know I’m afraid to come home sober
Baby, I’m afraid all the time
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5. |
Dance
05:06
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I should be here
I’m always elsewhere
My drunken sundown
My day old nowhere
Taste of something (somehow, somewhere)
Somewhere better
I should know now
Should I be here
I can feel your eyes, I, no, I can’t
I won’t let it in, no, I won’t let it in
I close mine, but don’t worry, baby
‘Cause it don’t involve you
I see the way you move
And I want it too
I want to dance with you
Knock on varnish
What should I do
I am sea-sick
Tipsy canoe
I can feel your eyes, I, no, I can’t
I won’t let it in, no, I won’t let it in
I close mine, but don’t worry, baby
‘Cause it don’t involve you
I see the way you move
And I want it too
I want to dance with you
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6. |
So Uncomfortable
06:16
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There’s a scabbing on the sun seen from the east
It casts a shadow, keeps the pavement cool, the people with bare feet
Selling ball-caps to the young folks walking, healthy heads of hair
Scurry busy in their separate lives, and whisper I don’t care
But they do, and so do I, and now I’m worried for my safety
Though my brain controls my body–even then, only in theory
So a face propped up on legs and arms, asking me to speak
I gesture limply to the sky and say, the sun is looking neat
Oh, please
I’m so uncomfortable here
Every road seems to lead to the mall
Where I see a man who’s getting angry, asking questions of us all
Why does the tile floor feel like prison bars, and who the hell is that
He’s getting carnal, spit-and-visceral-image of steaming, sweating mad
I know he cares, and so do I, I just don’t care much when it counts
‘Cause I watched the film about me, don’t like the actor that they found
He doesn’t look like me, behave like me, I like laughing with my friends
If you don’t trust me, read the spoilers, I know how that movie ends
I roll out of my bed into a puddle of my fears
Molasses, thick and heavy, and now I’m up to my ears
In all the noise I heard last night, when I was dancing like a clown
I had the poison veins, the cancer breath, and charismatic mouth
I know I care, but all the same, I think this temple is a bomb
I’m waiting for the drugs to kick in, but they’re taking too damn long
And I’m afraid to pull the trigger, ‘cause I think that I’m in love
But how should I know? I’m the only one who sees the scabbing sun
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7. |
Nurse Me With Poison
02:58
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I know you nursed me with a poison
Raised by the sickly taste
I know the recipe you toyed with
The blood of which I’m made
I know the needs I have enabled
I know my stitches by their name
Season the water I was boiled in
But I know you nursed me with a poison
I get my hit straight from the bottle
It goes right down the hatch
You have to know how I was coddled
To chastise me like that
I know the other side of heartache
I know the way to play the game
You want to see a good role model
But I get my hit straight from the bottle
I turned away from what I needed
Thought I could make a change
But I couldn’t turn away from feeling
Like I’d made a grave mistake
I spent my budget on a reprint
But the ink arranged itself the same
And now I’m broke, and now I’m bleeding
‘Cause I turned away from what I needed
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8. |
Stardown
03:43
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Out on the roof
Out in the night
I’m spinning stardown
My head to the sand
My mates pushed me out
They want me to say
That you might be the only thing I understand
Fraction of time
One moment in pause
Flyover pond
Led by the sea
I’ll sing you my song
Vile stench of my youth
For a moment in time
You are everything
I was a child
And you were the same
Gutted by choice
But I know why you left
Still spinning stardown
Pressing the glass
By no stretch of mind
I still wish you the best
I still wish you the best
I still wish you the best
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9. |
Caving In
07:47
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I worried myself sick in a room with a dog
And a world on my shoulders
I guess I left you outside
What to say, what to do, what to think, what to do with myself
I think you had to go
I forgot you this time–didn’t know you had gone
Out in the trees
I guess I left you to die
Didn’t know, didn’t care, didn’t look, didn’t see where you went
But now I see
You are not my own
You are not myself
You are not a part of me
I think I hear a voice
I think I better leave
I think this time I just need me
You used to feel like home
When I swirled my tongue around
Melt you down in perfect words
Chew the gum out of your mouth
I used to dream in colour
Like a coat of anything
I loved you while I was losing it
And sinking in my teeth
Into the side of your gut
I drive a nail or two in
And I worry about myself
And the trouble that I’m in
‘Cause you had clasped your knotted fingers
Around the base of my young neck
How did you so easily slip out?
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10. |
Foxbottle
04:29
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Crumb-catcher down on the lino
Sweet little Joel under the table
I hear papa mince oaths up above me
My sweet little ears
But I hear your anger all the time
So, I come stompin’ out with a sound mind
No more foxbottled curses or fig leaves
To cover my eyes
You caught a glimpse of the devil
You caught the side of my eye
You heard the clatter of glass
And the wresting of brass and iron
You read the dead and the naked
While you swore by the birds
I know you picked my poison
But you cannot choose my words
Now, our lord is a lord of state
He picks a fight with a young girl’s brain
Better veiled for your brother who stumbles on stones
Best stay pure and stay in line
Your yellow dress on the picket line
You can wrap your tongue up in flowers
Spit rocks at the poor
Heard you say something awful
You sanded down your rough sides
And the smoke from your pistol
The smell of red wine
Will you trade it for caution
When you hear the whistle to heel
You tell me you’re offended
Well, I know how that feels
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Common Fires Kelowna, British Columbia
Described as having “[melodies] akin to Ben Howard or Bon Iver’s rawest moments”, and as having both “the serene qualities of singer-songwriter music [and] the abstract tendencies of prog”, Common Fires is equal parts ambitious and moving.
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