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The Heat Foretold
04:23
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I wasn’t throwing sticks and stones but I’ve been tryna break some bones
With words that may well hurt
Cause bitter reading, signs had shown that summer would be spent alone
Construe plans to desert
That concept of alone well known to mean a chorus save one tone
Can’t keep my cries covert
That single seed of hope I’d sown turned spite when nothing much had grown
I learned to curse the dirt
How wrong it was, that vision of a different love to shove your memory
Swapping docks for doorknob locks is fine with me
Cause as it turns out, I’m the man of the year
January April span produced a dick’s preemptive ban
Indulgently contrived
Doubts were strong you’d ever land quite close enough to kick the can
On a galling second try
When suddenly I cancel plans as heart is racing still I stand
Your message just arrived
Spotting flames you fold the fan that I imagined in your hand
Which you extend to mine
How wrong it was, that vision of a different love to shove your memory
Swapping docks for doorknob locks is fine with me
Cause as it turns out, I’m the man of the year
For so long I thought I’d never find you coming back here
For so long I thought it’d never be the same
For so long I was embarrassed to be finding myself
Imagining getting to say no to your face
Rip me open purge these sour humors from my circuits
Stitch me up and force-feed me with liquid luck
Render songs I gave tone of resignation silly
That old cycle’s broken, now I feel unstuck
Cause I keep on going up, we keep on going up, now it’s you who brings me up, oh this keeps on going up
From a restless night I heal while bussing to a day ideal
We sit up in our row
Many months of time conceal the sharing of thoughts deemed too real
When wakefully composed
But dozing off on moving wheels the carelessness of slumber steals
A chance for daring prose
Patience now it might reveal the full extent of how we feel
Afraid yet to expose
How wrong it was, that vision of a different love to shove you memory
Swapping docks for doorknob locks is fine with me
Cause as it turns out, I’m the man of the year
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She Loves You, Too
03:54
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She’ll reach out clearly humbled sooner than you ever thought
You’ll recount the hints that shrinking kept from getting caught
She will fast remind you of the energy she brought
Remission from that addiction will nevermore be sought
She’ll love you, she’ll love you, she’ll love you too, too
She’ll see your fractured picture and connect the dots
Old professions that seemed empty actually were not
The doubt she cast will then have passed well thickening the plot
All your songs are simply wrong, you’re not one she forgot
She loved you, she loved you, she loved you too, too
You show her Narragansett and nostalgia-tour the spots
You both keep extra toothbrushes that come in use a lot
She steals a bunch of snapshots that you never knew she shot
Future plans revise preserving all the present’s got
She loves you, she loves you, she loves you too, she loves you
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Yawns are Contagious
08:02
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Sorrow searches for injustice to digest a faultless fall
Looking forward to a future without want for you at all
But I knew you were the apple so we never wrote or called
But you picked up a line I’d blindly thrown and stepped around my wall
Prior to the promised meeting after winter’s separate spheres
Three encounters counted early as the first three of the year
As you named my misconception I had cause to raise my ears
Tidal waves of retroactive revelation drowned my fears
I tried to let go in the winter
I was dumbfounded in spring
I have you now in summer
Fall was never the only thing
You’re across a crowded table many glances stand in line
Slow deployment for the danger of yours meeting up with mine
Once a yawn leaked out of my mouth, and then from yours a thrilling find
It’s contagion’s sole infection proved attention of a kind
I tried to let go in the winter
I was dumbfounded in spring
I have you now in summer
Fall was never the only thing
I tried to let go in the winter
I was dumbfounded in spring
I have you now in summer
Fall was never the only thing
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Twenty-one
03:54
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I heard you were running from sleeping
So busy retreating, you left time for nothing at all
A secret I hoped you were keeping
For the time being, hope fell with the passing of fall
Your potence in my age, poured on a private page
After your brush with a tiring temptation
You fled the nation, and left it domestic behind
I thought to replace that consuming sensation
Found only frustration, its permanence left me resigned
Those pages went to print, a widely published hint
Although I cast it blind, you kindly caught the line
I keep remembering late last December when Laura laughed right in my face
Light grew in my eyes just for you saying "hi" and she deemed me a pitiful case
I wanted to tell you in hopes to dispel any doubt you re-centered my life
I heard that you’ve never invested this wholly
I heard when you told me, A year since you let me inside
So happened our pace set surprisingly boldly
But why take it slowly? Our puzzle leaves no piece behind
The boundaries melt away, you said how long to stay
Once windows now the door, our get grew so much more
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Plumes Boston, Massachusetts
Plumes is Ben Long (on the drums!) Tim Green and John Thorsen. Music- listening to it, learning to play it, writing more of it- has been one of few things we've taken really seriously for the last 7 years. These songs grew through many late nights and missed appointments. Our songs are all really about something. It's sincere and sometimes naked. Hope you like it ... more
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