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Swollen
04:36
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rings.
swollen fingers.
and tight red marks linger and throb.
blood hobbles around in my veins.
i find it a shame
that this scene’s just a game
that the jacks and the jills
just try to make names for themselves
something lusty,
dripping with musk,
something soon to be dusty
and spotted with rust.
well the present’s for selling
and the past is for dwelling
and the future’s like fire,
first the smoke starts a-swelling…
i got swollen fingers that play on some strings
bound up with rings that all signify things
and the greatest of recompense
in all of this diffidence
drains from my hands as it swells
in my brain
please tell the new mothers don’t stifle your children.
don’t smother their dreams, make them trifles, like i would.
i step on their feelings sometimes so that i can feel good
about what i gave up for nothing…
and it takes love to do that!
it takes love away from you
it takes love, trusts it to your hand,
and lets you take it for granted.
i got swollen fingers that play on some strings
bound up with rings that all signify things
and the greatest of recompense
in all of this diffidence
drains from my hands as it swells
in my brain
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2. |
Not Faithfull
04:54
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i don’t need to do anything to please you
since you’re not here
all the work I’d had to do before now
has just disappeared
and I don’t know why I’m crying
now that I have all this free time
why can’t I think of something better than of you?
why you don’t know the meaning of the word “no”
is beyond me
you go about making messes of your friendships
and when you make a new friend,
you get them to clean
all of your friends are players in the plot of your life,
who if you cannot face you’ll simply have replaced
the critics disappear, loud humming’s all you hear,
why must you block me out?
what do you have to fear?
that as a friend, you are not faithful,
and how you brag is just disgraceful
think you should go cause I don’t need you,
and cause it costs too much to feed you?
i thought you’d help me grow, share the things you know,
but you never showed me much
i was eager then, thought that we were friends,
and it seems that you were touched
and if you were an idol housed in flesh and bone
i would have known from how you acted in my home
you always took my warmth for granted
you didn’t tend the seeds you’d planted
when we were young, you never noticed
but now you’re old enough to know this
now you are old enough to know this:
that as a friend, you are not faithful
and how you brag is just distasteful
think you should go cause I don’t need you
and cause it costs too much to feed you.
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faces change, you know, i can vouch
tight skin sags and straight backs slouch
i’m like moss growing on my couch
i don’t know what’s happened to me
you were fit once, just like a god
a sweet young child in a grown up’s bod
maintenance started to be a chore
please, sit down, your body implored
i belong in florida
i’m tired of my place
and I hear the further south you are
the sun has stronger rays
you spent months trying to divine your fate
if it all weren’t right, you would hesitate
had the chance just passed?
were you years too late?
thought you’d preserve if you went to sleep
take some pills so you wouldn’t wake
locked in lichens, you couldn’t leap
so you stepped back down, and shut your drapes.
i belong in florida
i’m tired of my place
and I hear the further south you are
you get much longer days
without bodies, voices came
to invade your ears, even on the street
they’d offer help when you were in pain,
play harps, and lay flowers at your feet.
all the old folks putter south
like birds on crutches humbled
while they once fed children from their mouths
the world they’ve built has crumbled
faces change, you know, i can vouch
tight skin sags and straight backs slouch
i’m like moss growing on my couch
i don’t know what’s happened to me
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4. |
Gold Rings and Fur Pelts
03:31
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She was darning with tears, I was trimming with lace
All the years one could trace on the lines of her face
And now an old maid, not the girl with blonde braids
She was once, before her true love went away
The hours ticked by with two hands as their guide
Pointing cardinal directions, at each hour a bird cried
But although he was sly, perched atop his own sky
The spiders above spun their webs for the flies
He said that he felt feelings distance can’t melt
He promised to return with gold rings and fur pelts
But when he passed the warm threshold of her door
The cold took his heart, and he loved her no more
Ça fait plus de dix ans et ses larmes restent profondes
Elle se réveille en se rappellant qu’elle n’a pas d’enfants
Mais si elle était enceinte cette journée là
Elle en aurait eu un, qui aurait été moi
Elle me tiendrait, skelette et tendons,
Mais le reveil dans son coeur ne faisait jamais de son.
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5. |
Full Moon
03:39
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well i’m singing you now just a little young tune
my soul swinging soundly by the slip in full moon
and i’m basking in the light
my mask comes off at night
i re-met you, lover, sometime in late june
i’d hoped before then that love would greet me soon
but my faith back then was low
till i saw that your eyes had that glow
i knew watching listening made your heart beat
i felt i was sweeping you off of your feet
you leaning on that arch with one hand on your beer
and your eyes touching mine with the colors so clear
all that you asked was i take off my mask
so i could stop keeping myself from your grasp
i’m screaming this song and i hope you will hear
well i must owe you something since i hold you so dear
i first sang this tune through a cascade of tears
cause i knew it was time for me to disappear
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6. |
Eros and Psyche
04:54
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He was gone with no warning
He was gone without a word
He was gone in the morning
He was early as a bird.
He came back to bed at midnight
And I asked him where he’d been
But I couldn’t find the lamplight
And his face I’d never seen
Was he lovely? Was he too young?
Was he ugly as a sin?
Doesn’t he know I don’t care
As long as I can be with him?
My sisters told me he was a monster
And I had no words to defend
I must believe that he’s a good man
But I have never met his friends.
If I could just take up off his blanket
I could see him in his skin
I don’t mean it as a prank
But I must know more about him…
Is he a cutthroat? Or a philanderer?
Is he ashamed to show his face?
Shouldn’t I wonder at who he is then,
The man I take in my embrace?
I hid an oil lamp at my bedside
And waited for him to get back
When we made love still swathed in shadow
Well he left marks upon my neck
His voice was calming as a creekbed
His hands were softer than a breeze
I’d put my fingers in his curls
That gathered like the tops of trees
When he fell asleep beside me
I felt I’d settle all my doubts
But looking on him brought a flood
To what before had been a drought
He was gone with no warning
He was gone without a word.
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7. |
You Mustn't Worry
05:38
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You mustn’t worry, I will find you!
You mustn’t worry, I will find you.
Well you’re hiding from a wicked world where debt collectors prowl
When you’re hoping for redemption, and returning to us all
I will find you.
Cause without you, the world seems black and white…
You’re like a prism that shines with colored light
When you went to war, I felt deserted and I thought I’d waste away
I asked the gods to bring you, but they didn’t listen to me when I prayed
I sacrificed bulls and grains, hoping that they’d be appeased
But I must find you myself, for the gods cannot be pleased.
You mustn’t worry, I will find you!
You mustn’t worry, I will find you.
When you’re standing in the front lines with the bodies falling ’round
When you just want to retreat and place your feet on hallowed ground
I will find you.
And when you’re wandering in the desert and there’s nothing there but stones
When you spot a flock of vultures, and beneath them piles of bones
I will find you.
You’re castle’s full of suitors, who behave like looters, and like birds of prey
Because you’re not here they woo your wife, drink your beer, and eat at your buffet
I don’t believe I should grieve, though they tell me that you’re dead
I will not let another man entice me into bed
But if you’re taken as a lover in another woman’s hands
If you miss me and you can’t stay there despite all her demands
I will find you
And if your soul is lost in battle and goes to Elysian Fields
If there’s many men between us bearing armor, spears and shields
I will find you
Cause without you, the world seems black and white…
You’re like a prism that shines with colored light
I will find you!
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8. |
Spirit, Will I See You
03:20
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9. |
Radiant Sun
07:33
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i worship no one but the Radiant Sun
which stirs me from Bed, helps me get some things done
it places its Kiss on me and leaves a Mark
but i’d rather have that than be left in the Dark
i know the Moon is your Lover it seems
reflects thoughts just of you while it sits there and dreams
casting your Likeness in a Perfect Sphere
for a second, i almost thought that You were here
Radiant Sun
Radiant Sun
what will we do when your Shining is done?
all i can say is that you’ve made me love
all of those Heavenly Bodies above
and if i ever end up just like Marie Curie
well i’ll never blame you for what happens to me
and if you’ll be tried for your Radiant Years
i don’t know where they’ll find a Jury of your Peers
Radiant Sun
Radiant Sun
what will we do when your Shining is done?
all i can say is that you’ve made me love
all of those Heavenly Bodies above
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Molly Sweeney Montréal, Québec
From a journey foiled by fate to a poignant French chanson of faithless love, Molly Sweeney's folk-infused torch songs explore the dark side of rapture, showcasing her sultry, dramatic vocals and enigmatic lyrics.
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