1. |
Medicine Man
04:22
|
|||
|
I have found my medicine man
He can write as fast as I can run
These days he’s running low on prescriptions
And I have seen the skeleton man
He can ride as fast as I can run
These days he’s looking in my direction
Bound to your searching sound
Found by your searching sound
I have found my medicine man
He can write as fast as I can run
Someday he’s gonna lose my subscription
And I have seen the skeleton man
He can ride as fast as I can run
These days he’s staring through my reflection
Bound to your searching sound
Drowned by your searching sound
Medicine man you’re my medicine man
|
||||
2. |
Places I Know
03:26
|
|||
|
Emptiness come take me home
I couldn’t stay with you alone
Subject of my mind’s control
An empty hand to make me whole
These places I go
Always to return to the places I know
Memories come chase me home
I couldn’t live through you alone
Subject of my mind’s control
An empty hand for me to hold
These places I go
Always to return to the places I know
|
||||
3. |
Curtains
03:49
|
|||
|
Frozen like waves in motion
No hands move you today
The underworld is quiet now
All our statues remain
The underworld is quiet now
Broken like frames in motion
No hands hold you today
The underworld lies open now
Here the thaw comes again
The underworld lies open now
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Lost in the summer of our medicine days
As red-eyed faces in pictures we made
Only reflections in a mirror that fade
And they're not the same thing as what we became
Take a look and see what's left
You could try
To put a window in my head
You might find
There's nothing more, there's nothing less
Lost in the numbers of tomorrow's parade
Between the traces of tides as they change
A missed connection to a new yesterday
And we wait for the same one to come around again
Take a look and see what's left
You could try
To count the voices in my head
You might find
There's nothing more, there's nothing less
|
||||
5. |
Pictures of the Country
03:48
|
|||
|
We drew pictures of the country
We cut letters out of magazines
I was you and you were me
We became all we couldn't be
We painted sunsets in the classroom
The night unfolding on a silver sky
And said we're too young to die
By the light of the sunrise
Oh we played skip-bo in the game room
And sold our losses to the winning hand
And said chance must have a plan
For the fight of the losing man
And all our pictures of the country
And all those letters from the magazines
They were you and they were me
Lost in a memory
|
||||
6. |
Deep Sea Roller
05:30
|
|||
|
Closed doors
To whitewashed and sunken shores
All yours
The ice and the ocean floor
You ride
The wheels of a stolen tide
Closed Eyes
We sleepwalk through paradise
Deep sea roller
Deep sea
Deep sea roller
Save me
|
||||
7. |
Sleepwalk
04:02
|
|||
|
I thought I’d woken from your dream
Uncertain places in my head
There’s no waking all that’s taken
I’ll sleepwalk through your eyes instead
I thought I’d left some things behind
In some places I have known
Watching curtains still uncertain
I hope the tide won’t let you go
|
||||
8. |
New Pangaea
03:28
|
|||
|
Well it’s goodbye to a new Pangaea
In sunken dreams I thought I’d been there
Each new divide receives the inland tide
Along fault lines
Across this new Pangaea
Oh listen to the bottom feeders
Who know the distance in between us
The deep seas rise and swallow us inside
As we divide
This new Pangaea
So it’s goodbye to a new Pangaea
In sunken dreams I thought I’d been there
|
||||
Princess Towers Montreal, Québec
Folk-rock collective Princess Towers take their name from a 1970s apartment building widely derided as Kingston’s biggest eyesore. Like their namesake, they embrace a startling mix of familiar and strange, sound architectural principles and audacious design choices. ... more
If you like Deep Sea Roller, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 16, 2024
go to album
How Will I Live Without a Body?
by LOMA
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy.
go to album
Within/Without
by Houses of Heaven
If you've been craving something dark and gritty yet stylish and dancefloor-ready, this hard-edged industrial synth opus might fit the bill.
go to album
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players.
go to album
Terns in Idle
by Rain Recordings
This collaborative project offers a fresh twist on classic indie sounds of the early 2000s with hooky choruses and quirky instrumentation
go to album
The Los Angeles shoegaze group strike a balance between propulsive noise and delicately crystalline sounds on their latest.
go to album
A Tiger Walks The Streets
by Supercaan
Atmospheric indie rock with the moody quality of dream pop and the gleaming edges of darkwave.
go to album
