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Silence, be my restorative
Peaceful and elegant
I close my eyes
Sadness, safe and familiar
Come and enfold me
I'll breathe you out
Hurry it up
I want what's coming to come
Your face lost around corners
Sunk in the shadows
I'm unaware
Memories, wrapped in euphoria
Cruel and fleeting
I chase them down
For you I climbed up a mountain
Embarrassed and sullen
I let you down
I was to be a part of your family
Oh, the naiveté
You let me down
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Lesson Learned
02:59
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A colour-play of changing hues
Patterns as the light sneaks through
And I’ve the time to wander through
A myriad of memories
The ones that have your face make me turn away
Here’s the time I heard you sing
Here’s the time we bought some rings
You held my hands as if I’d fly away
Our fingers tightly interlaced
And every time we did you’d take stock of it
Cherishing it
Just bury the year, there’ll be another one
Lower your head and someone else will come
Take what was good and leave the rest behind
I have now my lesson learned
I know how and why it hurts
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Tauranga
03:11
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I found out I am limping from one day to the next
There is no beginning, the sun forever sets
Your presence is eternal
I’m cursed to wander, longing for the day
The day when I no longer know your name
The disbelieving silence as I stay wide awake
The coloured lights of Christmas flicker on my face
Your peaceful sleep’s a wonder
I feel like I won’t sleep for twenty days
You called for me then pushed me far away
I wish that I had never learned your name
Don’t be a stranger
Sometimes when I awaken you’re waiting in my mind
I might like to imagine our fingers still entwined
And with no explanation
I have to put my love for you aside
This has to be the last time that I cry
I have to leave those memories behind
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Silver Fern
02:44
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Turn my head to face the breeze
Spread my hands to catch a leaf
If I am here, aware of what I am…
I think I’ve been fooled again
Followed when you beckoned
Through all the views and silver fern distractions
I see a woman ruing her mistakes
And Auld Lang Syne of wailing on the phone
Another night of wishing I were home
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Ocean Floor
04:26
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A pardonable vanity
A throat that’s screaming silently for you
Not only out of grasp
You are so far away it can’t be thought around
When I can’t sink any more I know I’ll rise again
My feet on the ocean floor, but I will rise again
Irresolute and sedentary
I wade through wasted days murdering time
Phantom plans habitual
While fires eat the earth just to the south
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Fireline
03:01
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The placid wind is guilty of the branch’s ghostly weave
A menagerie of rats and birds stir among the leaves
I’ve been low so long I’m high
The summer months have stayed their ground
Mostly terrifying
We can stew in peace in the autumn sun
And languish is safety for a while
And oh, to be alive again
To take it in, to feel the wind
A creature of the night no more
And oh, to be alive again
To reignite a dulling mind
A pulse among the crowd
And oh, to be alive again
To make this chance the best of starts
And be alive again
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Notch
03:52
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I find a notch and begin to shed it off
I slip the skin and begin to build again
Balanced upon the fault line for years
Defined by tremored skips
Pining for calm waters
I make some noise, chasing ghosts into the void
I use my voice to fill the halls
No more floods, no more fires
I make you laugh but I know it’s not enough
I watch your smile because it’s missing from your eyes
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Mendicant
02:08
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Let’s start another new life in another world
Let’s join our bodies together and forge ahead
Let’s trust each other with our lies and our secrets
We have eternity to work through the hardest parts
But please, don’t change your mind
Why can’t they look me in the eyes when they break my heart?
There must be something in my face that’s hard to take
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Alive on the cliff’s edge and listening
The roar of the ocean, regenerative
Make me peaceful
Still my racing thoughts
Awake and exploring the honeycomb
The roar of synapses, perpetual
In the silence there’s a symphony
On the beaches, on the mountainside
In the searching
On the journey home
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Listening In
04:09
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Meditative thunder, I hear your words
Carried o’er the valley to speak with me
Oh, how you sing!
How far you see!
Sing once again for us, I’m listening in
Sighs of water falling on neighbourhoods
Shines in amber dawning, a mirrored sheen
Come wash away, reveal the man
Sing once again for us, I’m listening in
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Peter Spiker Adelaide, Australia
The creative force behind Adelaide prog-rock group Quiet Child, Peter Spiker returns with an album of gentle, acoustic songs.
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