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Broken Stinger
03:51
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I know how my life will let me live
I bring the bird down
And I wear its feathers around
And though I've heard it whistle and play
I move for no one
I bleed on the things I want
And it rose from the ocean
The idiot creature
Hitched a ride to the party with nobody to meet there
Wade in your open wound
Turn it around
They like it better, baby, when you cry
To send you off to drown
I know I heard the temple dogs break
In the dreams of fever, where I shattered my poor hopes
Now I walk this earth like a ghost
Haunting kitchens, where we fight on the floor
And it rose from the ocean
The idiot creature
Hitched a ride to the party with nobody to meet there
Wade in your open wound
Cast down your spells
They call them wings, baby
Even though you never had to use them
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More Real
04:17
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My heart on the windshield
Eyes on the brakes
Mr. These-are-the-days
Now talk to me baby, oh oh
Before I burn it all down
I fell from the tower
Into the waves
I brought hell on this place
Now you all know my name, oh oh
Now you're hanging around
And my pulse is a-pumping
All through my veins
This motherfucker will stay
I'll bleed on my vision, oh oh
I will make it my own
For every house that is haunted
Lonely and crazed
I will take it away
I will shine on their seizure, oh oh
I will go blind in the light
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Lately is a long time
Takes the whole night to get through
Barely is the whole weight
It's always too late to let loose
Dreaming is a mudslide
A lot of action where nothing moves
Someday take me swimming
To where I was baptized and my lover too
And I look just like my father
In the twilight summer hour
I can almost hear him speaking
Like when he's thinking out loud
And I see my years in passing
And I wonder where I changed
Somethings stay forever
But most things go away
And though I'm gone now
I hope you get to move on
I hope your dreams weigh lighter
Than my ever did
Forever move through the crowd
And play your rock n' roll
And don't ever let that heart go to waste
In someone elses fear of life
And my recovery is toothless
As I come riding into town
Somewhere from the desert
Where I promised I'd stick around
And I go down like Phaedo
To see his lover go
I go out like an artist
To see my colors glow
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The Hornets
03:27
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Somewhere back there where my skeleton sits
It dreams of songs we wrote for the road
Our tucked up sleeves and foreign affairs
And the blushing moon in the morning
I had a grip so tight it slipped out of my hands
I thought so hard it broke my head
If every piece of a person makes up a whole
Then the whole world should know us by now
And I will dance around its core forever
Until the rays of sunshine spears my temples
And escapes this broken house that swallows light
And finds the rising morning
And somewhere back there where my skeleton cries
The world is flooding before its eyes
And the keys are rolling down in white
Floating off into the night
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My purpose is to paint these houses white
While I bleed a little everyday
And I take my poison strong
Just to speak the language of the broken ones
It takes a certain kind of light
To make you go blind
But it takes a howl just to be heard
Strange shapes running wild into the streets
Have I lost myself once again?
What I wanted I always got
But what I needed I never knew
And I fell from the mountain I washed to the shore
I had dreams that were broken and some that went cold
I was ill, baby, back and forth
Somewhere between love and ambition
A heart that won't feel
Take my life end it right here where I stand
I can't go on and be all these things that I am
Jealous and angry in search for the fire
While my whole lot is bleeding their love out for life
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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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