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Bravado
04:06
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In your meadow flower noose
That grips around the bones of your neck
You approach me from the wilderness
With all those broken prayers in your breath
Yes, I meet you in my crawling shape
To taste the cherry sweetness of a draw
And the rivers of my crying days
Disperse into the distance as you call
I was scared to lose my footing among
The shivering and frightened little leaves
Who cry out for their mother-tree
The synthesis and comfort that she brings
But my conquest bought our current lot
These feelings lingers restless by the shield
And while you said you saw the light
I was busy riding down its beam
You spread your fingers cross my blades
And conjured just the prospects of this land
But the illusions that emerge from here
Goes beyond whatever dreams i'll ever spend
My love has found its seed in you
And bleeds down the scars of your thighs
Where the gospel finds its dying place
And language makes a fool of every liar
I would open up my form
And let the shadows of my past and future pass
But like a child I have ran to hide
So many times I don't know my way back
But if my tempus were to fall
I'd crave to see the muscles of your smile
How they warp around your hungry words
Like a moth surrounded by the fire
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Dying Blush
02:22
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The expressionist rush that forms
A bursting cloud from a clot of blood
I see stars when I close my eyes
I see stars when they are open
I'm a perching worry bird
On the gates of paradise
I feel broken when I'm closed
I feel broken when I'm wide open
Zig-zag through the evergreens
Tangled like the spine of a snake
With my hole where the wind blows through
And oohs the song of a long lost truth
The world goes dark before my dive
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White Shimmering
02:37
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Step into the beam
Break the light
White shimmering
Its witness it calls home
Bold as a brother
I await to return
With the spare death poem
From the land of the rising sun
And I don't know what to call
If the mystery goes cold
I don't know how to move
Through the sudden sigh of empty space
With my horse still waiting
Across the river for my return
I forget where I am going
And from where I came here
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Night of The Hunter
01:38
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And I steer this slog into the parking lot
I found a tomb for these crying days
I wonder if you ever thought of me like this
The beast exhaled
You're all over my clothes
Our room which smell of sex and toast
I'll know every part of you
Before my time to go
And we draw our breath through the sunrise
Don't ever let me go
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St. John The Silent
02:31
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Form spread out, waiting for ascension
Pull me by the arms
Pick me up like the child
I'll know my father when I see him
Glide on the wind, white shimmering
My head on the shoulders of the patron saint of silence
I hope I carried my head well
I know not the stories
But my mother showed me pictures
So when you flaunt off your wealth
In happiness and luxure
Then remember me well
Save saint john the silent
Save saint, the silent saint
Save all that remains
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As these visions flash by me
I see the point of no return
The homestead of my girl
I met the love of my life
I married her in my mind
I marry her all the time
Now I can't explain my form without her own words
The difference between nude and naked
Is to be caught licking your wounds
And I was caught licking my wounds
And the first to ever embrace me
Was a pale human form
The most beautiful tale I've been told
Now I can't explain my form without her own words
The shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning tower
And Agamemnon dead
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Horsey
02:32
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If my horse ever came back
I would need nothing from you
To raise my head
If my wild, long lost friend
Ever swaggered through these fields again
With my nosebleed and flask of gin
I'm barefeet in the backyard
Waiting for something whole
To descend
At five in the morning
Too tired to even go to bed
"Is this really it?"
I wipe my face dirty
I wipe it red
Cause no one could ever keep my horse
The race, the quiet surge
Death poems for the whole wide whirl
I'm too old, I am too young
I am growing with you
Into something very strange
That i can't explain
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Tom Vigebo Oslo, Norway
Tom Vigebo is a musician based in Oslo, Norway. He wrote and produced his first album "The Other August" which was released in January 2016.
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