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Quiet
03:58
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I wouldn’t dream of staying quiet,
Even if I’ve got nothing to say,
There is no other place that I can find it,
I’ve got my voice, and it’s here to stay.
I think of my friends and all of the music we’ve made,
Some have had kids, bought a house and have moved far away,
And will this happen to me, well who is to say?
Not today.
You could have a career. You could buy a cute house ‘round the bay,
But I’m really not too concerned, ‘cause well
I wouldn’t dream of staying quiet,
Even if I’m not taking the stage,
There is no other place that I can find it,
I’ve got my voice, and it’s here to stay.
Surrounded by punks, trying to get their approval bestowed,
Secretly you played acoustic guitar on your own,
Singing Kris Kristofferson tunes in your room all alone,
In the zone.
One day you’ll grow up and all of your skills will be shown,
And outlaw country will be hip then too.
Cause you wouldn’t dream of staying quiet,
Even if it’s all uncool today,
There is no other place that you can find it,
You’ve got your voice, and it’s here to stay.
Somebody asked me, where is your next release?
Well I guess laying low has been a bit of a relief.
Had some knots to untangle, a heart holding onto some grief,
Underneath.
But I’m drowning in music and I think that I’m springing a leak,
And I can easily honestly say,
That I wouldn’t dream of staying quiet,
Even if I’ll go right mad this way,
There is no other place that I can find it,
I’ve got my voice and it’s here to stay.
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2. |
Pool House
04:40
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The wind blew, the sky: blue
The water’s cold, the sun shone through
Ahh
We’ve made this place into a home
A short stay, but the story is long
Ahh
These lazy days, fall away, falling fast, for you
Banana leaves blow in the breeze
It’s lizard spring, 30 degrees
Ahh
These lazy days, fall away, falling fast, for you
I find my love between the sheets
And on these strange and empty streets
Ahh
These empty days, fall away, falling fast, for you
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3. |
Mental Block
04:10
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You came to my door,
Said come with me sailing
I’ve got the boat and a lunch made already.
I said, “What if we drown? The wind is so wild now,
Not like the old days, when it always blew steady.”
I would if I could do, I could try,
But the whole world has danger hidden inside.
And I’d rather just stay here with me and mine.
You stopped showing up,
You don’t come by my front door.
I thought that some day you’d come say you loved me.
If I stopped giving up, would I prove I’m enough?
I thought we were working on building to something.
I would if I could do, I could try,
But the whole world has danger hidden inside.
And I’d rather just stay here with me and mine.
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4. |
Control Me
04:42
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I think I’m losing my control of my self control
Wonder how I used to let myself go
Maybe it’s been too long or it’s too late
And I’ll always be alone behind this smiling face
I want to let you in, for you to see inside
But maybe I still have to wait and give it time
Don’t believe me when I always see OK
One day I made a face and it got stuck that way
If you could control me, would you unfold me?
If you could control me, would you let me know?
Please chip away this stone I am inside
I’m the statue of a man who’s doing fine
He looks down from the hill towards the sea
He wonders if he’ll ever be set free
But maybe he will stand, washed by the rain
Growing yellow lichen skin and acid stains
Forever in himself, he’s in control
With so much love that no-one will ever know
If you could control me, would you take the whole me?
If you could control me, would you let me know?
You’re a strong little one
Would you break me open?
I couldn’t tell you how it’s done
But would you help me open?
Now that I have let you in you see inside
Dissect my anatomy, come for a ride
We look down from the hill towards the sea
Controlling the control, controlling me
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5. |
Sleepwalker
05:54
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Of the many moments in my life
All but one are keeping me alive
But when only eight years old
A story is told in sleep-talk mumbles
Walking through a forest in the snow
The boy is me, the dreaming isn’t known
A frozen Winter’s night
Naked in the moonlight
And so I walked sleepwalker-like
out of the house into the night
I’d be lost without a sound
If you had not turned me around
Oh the things that wake us in the night
You hear a sound the feeling isn’t right
You stumble down the stairs
Only to see the doors wide open
And so I walked sleepwalker-like
out of the house into the night
I’d be lost without a sound
If you had not turned me around
And there on the front porch your little kid is
Walking through a dream that is hidden
You rush to bring him in
And even in your arms he’s walking
And so I walked sleepwalker-like
out of the house into the night
I’d be lost without a sound
If you had not turned me around
We are all sleepwalkers now
Stepping onto frozen ground
But who is there to carry us
Back to bed before the dream is up?
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Someone has been here before:
This house has an open door
And a light on in the porch
Can’t call it mine anymore
Someone has been here before:
Every note, right or wrong
This is not my scale, this is not my song
And I’ll be gone before long
Someone has lived here before:
The trees and rocks claimed by a flag
Were never ours to take away
About which to boast or to brag
Someone has said this before:
Every word is something borrowed
I’ll make them mine until tomorrow
And then I’ll give them away
Someone has been here before:
Every cell, up and down
Knew what to do before I came around
This is common ground
Someone is already here:
Beneath my name, beneath my fear
I’ll meet them when the coast is clear
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7. |
Open Door
02:51
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Suddenly you wake up and see that,
Your father is not your father and your mum is not your mum.
And the child so easily riled is not a child, he’s not a child anymore.
An open door.
It’s a change as identity rearranges.
You’re alone, for real now, on your own you meet the day.
All the Masters, the Kings and family Pastors are little toys in a dirty sandbox,
And now it’s time to put them away.
Who are these people who call me their own?
And have I ever really truly seen them?
Do I really know who they are?
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8. |
Interlude
00:26
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9. |
Finitude
04:12
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It seems the curse of living
Behind an adult face
Is forever missing
Some other place
You can move to the West coast
You can move to the North
You can make a phone call
You can keep in touch
If only you were Universal you could have it all
You wouldn’t have to pick and choose
But how now? How now? How now?
Two feet, so many streets.
Bound down to a finitude.
I’ll make my way on this march to the grave
It can’t be changed
It can’t be changed
It can’t be changed
Offer yourself on this march to the grave
You can’t be saved
You can’t be saved
If you only get one life
Then it all floats away
Then get your gears turning
On where to go and where to stay
If only you were Universal
How now? How now? How now?
If only you were Universal
Two feet, so many streets
Bound down to a finitude
If only you were Universal
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10. |
Still In My Mind
03:50
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Sitting by your bed
What can be said?
Every word is a beginning
A chance to lighten the dimming
I hope that I’m saying them right
Like the seed at the beginning of time
The memory is still in my mind
Time will move forward
Life will go on
So I’ll fold you into this music
So I won’t ever lose it
Your spirit is older than time
I’ll sing this to say goodbye
Your memory is part of my mind
Fresh coffee cake
Make no mistake
Without you we wouldn’t be living
You gave us all a beginning
But ending is living in time
A secret we all get to find
Your memory is still in my mind
Your memory is still in my mind
Your memory is still in my mind
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11. |
Return To The Land
03:44
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I’m going to live the alternate end
The one I just could never have planned
Ready to hand
Return to the land
Been digging holes out in the back yard
Bits of glass and pottery shards
It’s a dead end
Return to the land
Planting peas and climbing snow peas
Wash away the dirt on my knees
Not what I’d planned
From where I stand
Return to the land
After the unknown
We’ve all got to come home
Do you stand tall
Or feel small?
Do you follow
The old call?
I went East, to the ocean I ran
But now I must return to the land
These hills of sand
Not what I’d planned
From where I stand
Return to the land
Return to the land
Return to the land
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12. |
Wish You Goodnight
03:32
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It was a good day of sliding down the hill
Open my eyes to the warm sun winter sky.
We’re all still children inside of these adult snowsuits
Keeping alive what is someday yet to come.
Now it’s a memory a fine fine memory
Keeping me cool on a Pasadena night.
I wonder where you all are as I’m writing here
Making a song from the ghost of what has been.
I wish you goodnight
Later your strapped on some skis, I had on my boots
Went for a walk in the last of the evening light.
Returned to a little one on the ice
Played make-believe until the bell rang suppertime.
I wish you goodnight
Here I am looking for home in these words of mine
Watching them fall on the page in a straight line.
I miss you all, yes I’m always missing you
Hope you’re alright on the other side of the country.
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Jake Nicoll St John's, Newfoundland and Labrador
Jake Nicoll is a musician currently living in windy old St. John's Newfoundland. Jake plays drums in a number of bands in town and writes songs on piano, guitar, synthesizer and anything else that's around.
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