1. |
Skin
03:32
|
|||
I could pin the moment down on fly paper
Spread its wings so wide
How unlike the moment resolve left her
And I could mount it on a wall or save it in a cigar box
Or I could hide it
Paper once was skin
Stretched out and pounded thin
Dip your knife in ink you gotta cut it in
How else will they know it's a sin?
I built you a glass terrarium and I let moss block out the sun
I catalogued your growing delirium
You know my flash kills better than any gun
And I could mount it on a wall or save it in a cigar box
Or I could hide it
Paper once was skin
Stretch me out, pound me thin
Dip your knife in ink you gotta cut it in
How else will I know it's a sin?
(I'm gonna do what it takes to win)
|
||||
2. |
Cold Hands
02:47
|
|||
We rented a boat down in shipbreaker bay
Swam ashore with clothes in the bags upon our backs
Looking for pretty girls who'd come up to us and say
Take me home, you should take me home
Away from home we're free we're jobless
I saved up just to act damned and godless
But they tell me it's a crime
To remember you only run out of time
And I don't know if once I'm home
I'll still believe I can change anything that's been keeping me down
From the prow of our boat I reach out with your arm and say
Oh look, we could save these drowning stars
Neck deep in the bay, oh how your eyes betray
A desperate hope in a waterlogged future of ours
Away from home we're free we're jobless
I saved up just to act damned and godless
But they tell me it's a crime
To remember you only run out of time
And I don't know if there's a home
Where I'll believe I can change anything that's been keeping me down
Girl, lately I been feeling forgettable
And so although my actions were regrettable
You won't forget me or the feeling
Of my cold hands curled around your heart
|
||||
3. |
Turing
03:30
|
|||
My love died young, not like I ever had much hope
In the heavens we make to help us cope
Cause when you're gone, you're gone
Broke Enigma, yeah I won you the war
Now those secrets are locked up behind closed doors
And yeah, the keepings tough
Who warms my bed? Who links my cuffs?
Darling, my darling
It's hardly a paradox to have only wires for your blood
Or to hang a heart on a wall, watch it tick like a clock
You're a lovely machine
And then I had a terrible day
I forgot everything they expect you to say
So I took the shots and I took all your pills
That's not science, boy, and I'm not ill
"Dip the apple in the brew, let the sleeping death seep through"
Well we're only machines that die
Our parts disintegrate in between the soil and the sky
Until the earth gets swallowed by our star
Well we'll be atoms again
And no matter how much I might wish that I could be where you are
Gone is too far
|
Mount Sharp Brooklyn, New York
Mount Sharp writes songs about science and bad decisions.
SWOOD, Bryan, Sal, and JPK.
Brooklyn, NY
band photo by Ebru Yildiz
Streaming and Download help
Mount Sharp recommends:
If you like Mount Sharp, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp