1. |
Sweet Pea
02:25
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Sweet pea apple of my eye take me down to your cherry tree
I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know what's going on under your sleeve
Sweet pea touch my hair take me down to that down down place
I gotta go I gotta go I know I gotta go there gotta go there someday
Everyday (take me with you)
I'm on my way (take me with you)
I put in my time
I've got something to say (oh sweet pea)
(repeat)
Sweet pea apple of my eye take me down to your cherry tree
I wanna feel that bark on my skin, feel that bark on my skin, on my skin and teeth oh
Sweet pea touch me right take me to the edge of the dead of night
Sway me take me hold me tight whisper to me it's gonna be alright oh
Everyday (take me with you)
I'm on my way (take me with you)
I put in my time (take me with you)
I've got something to say (oh sweet pea)
(repeat)
Sweet pea cherry pie take a sweet little bite out of me
I wanna feel your teeth on my skin and bones wanna feel you bitin’ bitin’ right into me
Sweet pea apple of my eye I wanna feel your holy rumble
Toss me twist me maybe even kiss me I wanna feel your torrent tumble
Everyday (take me with you)
I'm on my way (take me with you)
I put in my time
I've got something to say (oh sweet pea)
(repeat 4 times)
Sweet pea apple of my eye
Sweet pea cherry pie
Sweet pea touch my hair
Sweet pea go down there
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2. |
Changeling
03:02
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Sometimes I feel like a changeling
There's a spirit in my skin
That comes from the insides of another
That I've never lived in, never lived in
My tongue is dipped in shadow
Wherever I spit darkness comes
I am the opposite of a maker
I am, I am the undone
But sometimes I feel like my mother
Or the mother who came before
Sobs are racking my spine that aren't mine
That aren't yours
OoOoOoOo
I despise crying or sweating
It feels too much like blood
I am crawling down a ladder
I don't recall crawling to the top of
But I used to know a few things
How to do things, how to cry
But now my mind mixes up living and dying
Living and dying, living and
I am bleeding out a family
Who only knows how to lie down
When I see with disgust that our pulses match up
I am met with the shrieking sound of
OoOoOoOo
One foot in one foot out
Skin to skin climbing down
We're still in hear me out
One foot in one foot
We will work until this body drops
'til the soul inside shuts up
We have come here to take care
of what we need to take care of
And you, you, you, you are human, you are sleeping, you are blood
We are the air inside your marrow
Shouting to wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
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3. |
How Could I
04:22
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How could I, how could I, how could I
Have wasted all that, all that I have spent
When I have, when I have, when I have
Been living on a life that's been lent
Their names coat the bathtub their echoes fill the drawers
I don't think there is much left for me to love anymore
How could I, how could I, how could I
You tell me
How I tell you such beautiful stories
And I want to rip apart your grin
But instead I just curl up my knuckles and wait
I'll never have a child, no never have a child
I don't trust any chin that's been, that's been born innocent
But if I were to, if I were to hold their hand
I'm not so sure I'd find the difference in our skin
But I am hit and burn and carve and slap and scrape
How could they know, they wouldn't know how pain can make a cave
In you
You tell me
How gentle I can be
How do I say
My softness is just rage contained?
So I just smile and I thank you for the compliment
Can't you hear them singing?
They've left this world and left behind this ringing
I block my ears they bind my eyes
And tell me that they're never leaving
What can I do to make you all go away
They say you are in us as much they are in me
Bloodline, blood let, oh let me let this go and they say no
They say no
I sit you down, untie my tongue
And tell you how it feels
To be just an echo in a cave that will never heal
You hold in your two hands what you don't know how to say
It's alright I didn't expect an answer anyways
But then you
Take me to your silence
And for a moment things seem to slow
But I know
Your eyes will never meet the hollows in mine
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4. |
Stranger
03:07
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Stranger
I can only see your face when I stop moving
Seems like in every time and place my eyes just linger
But I seem to find a comfort in the crook of your elbow
And I find salvation where your nape meets your spine
And stranger
I've never ever believed in deities
But I find your body holy
In the way it intertwines
With mine, mine, oh mine
Stranger
I've pricked million holes in my skin
Just hoping
That someone strange would take the time to look within
'Cause I seem to find an exhale in the droplets
That the needle pulls from me
Just like it would with cloth and thread
And stranger
I've never look up at the night stars
Cause I know those pinpricks mirror me
And their light is already dead
Stranger
I know this sounds a bit morose
But I'm tired of these flat lands and talking plainly for other's comfort
Cause I find my calm in dark talks on a barstool
And I find my god in tears mixed with wine
And stranger
You know, thoughts and ink make trouble
But trouble would find me anyway
So I sit and start to write, write, write, oh write
Stranger
I'll never tell you my name you wanna know why
Cause names were picked by others
And those names can carry lies
So call me needlepoint and call me pinprick
You can even call me plain jane if you'd like
But stranger
I've never ever believed in anything
'til you sat down right beside me
And you took me and looked inside
Stranger
I can only see your face when I stop moving
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5. |
I Met the Devil
03:07
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I met the devil
I met the devil
I kissed his cheek on my bathroom floor
and asked if he could make me small again
He said my child
He said my child
I could scrub you clean of this life
Your skin would still feel like a dirty word
I said
You were the prodigal child
You know how it feels to fall
Someone stole my pride
So they could feel ten feet tall
So give me this, give me this, give me this, give me this, give me this
I can't be here, I can't breathe here any more
He looks at me
He looks at me
And asks my dear what makes you fear
The ache of life that lives inside your bones
I tell him no
I tell him no
I will not confess and crack open my chest
Just so you can see what makes me run
He said
I'd have to bring you deep down deep down into the grime
It's gonna hurt down in the dirt, but smallness has a price
So give me one, give me one, give me one, give me one, give me one
Reason I should ease your ache
I tell him slow
I tell him slow
I loved someone with all I had
I loved someone with all I had
I loved someone with all I had
But they broke something in me that I can't fix
He grins at me, he grins at me, he grins at me, he grins at me, he grins at me
And says, oh, my child you must be blind
For that's the smallest one can be
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6. |
Keep Your Mind On Me
03:07
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I seemed to have to slipped
I remember the cold ground and your eyes
And then nothing more
I feel like a fish
Who's been swimming for so long
Only to spawn upon the river's floor
So I know that I am gone
And there's nothing left to carry on
But if you could, my darling
Would you keep your mind on me
I will watch from someplace above
Where I'll get to see the beauty you become
Then while I do I'd like it if you could
Keep your mind on me
For you, my love was like blood
That easy, pulsing thing
Unrelenting in it's quiet course through our veins
Ever since the slip and the thud
All I remember are the small days of pure content
That life seems to love to drive away
Yes, I know that I am gone
And I'm no longer there to lean upon
If only you knew, I'm still here with you
If you keep your mind on me
I will watch you while you bloom
And hope that you don't join me up here soon
While you're down there I hope you can bear
To keep your mind on me
Those mindless, lovely days will not come back
I cannot recall the day you stopped being small enough to hold
I'd do anything to backtrack
But I can't
So my mind will be with you
'till the day you've grown old
Yes I know I am gone
And I'm sure I did some things wrong
But if you could, my darling
would you keep your mind on me
I will watch from way up high
And hope that one day I'll catch your eye
But until then I hope you can
Keep your mind on me
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7. |
There Is a Drought
03:06
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There is
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
I go where they don't know me
Smile wide straight spine white lies
They'll never know what they can't touch, can't see
I go slow like oil on a hot road
I'll blister on the pavement
Before I ever say yes sir, yes sir again
I've gnawed the root of the yew tree
I've swallowed down the river Yuba
But nothing can turn the dust that runs
In my guts back to mud cause
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
that I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
I have mangled and molded my body
To fit what would make them strain their necks
Praying each time that they would break
I drink their swill and I sing their songs
But by the time we reach the dawn
My jaw hangs low and long
On the bank of the nearest lake
I suckle on the teat of a creek
I nurse myself on the morning dew
But no tributary does the trick
And this I knew, I knew, I knew for
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
On the tongue attached to this body
There's one plain need
To swallow everything that broke me
'till I'm all shrapnel pain and greed
'till then I'll smile like them and sip their wine
With a parched throat and a bit tongue
I'll ask them about their jobs, about their wives
And I'll guzzle down their tedium cause
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
There is a drought
In the middle of the vessel
That I have learned to call my own
Three crows sit on my skull
They sing their hymns as we walk home slow
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8. |
High On a Hill
03:54
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High on a hill was a woman who drowned
She was soaked to the bone but no water could be found
Her body made a lake of the grave where they buried in the ground
High on a hill was a woman who drowned
She had hair of gold and rings of rust
But her shoes were bitten to the quick if you must know
Her sternum stayed a pearl in a cage of damp bone and dust
She had hair of gold and rings of rust
She had one eye open and one eye closed
As if half of her knew it was time to go
Her lips held the hint of a tale that never got to be told
She had one eye open and one eye closed
Some said they saw her swinging from an old oak tree
Those who stumbled upon her knew it just couldn't be
For every man who gathered by her side swore her neck was kept and clean
But they said they saw her swinging from an old oak tree
The children in town came to kiss her hand
The men and women would never understand
That to die inside a secret is a pain no grown heart can withstand
So the children in town came to kiss her hand
The women lay by her side and they rocked her slow
As if she was a child they bore that they never got to know
They wailed and cried and weeped and bathed her body in the water of the rose
The women lay by her side and rocked her slow
The men dug and dug 'til the moon did rise
They felt a whisper on their necks as they lay her inside
A hole, a home for her that was 6 feet deep and wide
Enough to hold the river that seeped from her spine
you are you are you are you are
you are sky you are sea you are breath
you are you were you were you were you were
you were sky you were sea you were breath
you were you are you are you are you are
you are sky you are sea you are breath
you are you were you were you were you were
you were sky you were sea you were breath
you were you were
High on a hill was a woman who drowned
She was soaked to the bone but no water could be found
Her body made a lake of the grave where they buried her in the ground
If you lean real close to its banks you can hear a ringing, singing sound
You’ll find roses in the breeze and gold in the trees and an aching all around
High on a hill was a woman who drowned
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9. |
Down and Out
05:41
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Walking in the white
Living overtired
Straining to smile
I need to know you're more than a picture
Can I have the time
Can I take up space
I'll remember to smile for you, for you, for you
And I'll try to forget the ones who keep me
Down and out
And down again
Would you clean me if I was yours
Can I live here
Down and out
And down again
Would you clean me if I was yours, if I was yours
Can I live here
Hold me by the scruff
Lick behind my ears
Take me to our den
I can fear anything if I'm, if I’m with you
But I'm not yours
I'm not even mine
All I'm fucking asking for is the time
Would you keep me, please keep me from being
Down and out
And down again
Would you clean me if I was yours
Can I live here
Down and out
And down again
Would you clean me if I was yours, if I was yours
Can I, can I live here
Can I, can I, can I
Keep me, keep me, keep me, keep me
Can I, can I, can I, can I
Can I live here
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10. |
Lovely Day
01:49
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Mother's sick and I admit that I have kept things to myself
I adore you, I'm ignored by you, you've kept me on the shelf
How could I expect to die on such a lovely day like this?
How could I expect to cry with all that I've been given?
Oh, oh
Mother's sick and I admit that I have kept things to myself
I adore you, I'm ignored by you, you've kept me on the shelf
How could I expect to die on such a lovely day like this?
How could I expect to cry with all that I've been given?
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
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11. |
Take Me Down
03:03
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They are going to take me down
They are going to take me down
All my debts have been paid
Now my head can lay down to rest
In the cold ground
They are going to take me away
They are going to take me away
All my songs have been sung
All my doing's been done
No time to run, and no time to stay
They are going to take me to you
They are going to take me to you
There are things I will miss
But your sweet kiss will keep me going when the day is through
They are going to take me down
They are going to take me down
All my debts have been paid
Now my head can lay down to rest
In the cold ground
All my debts have been paid
Now my head can lay down to rest
In the cold ground
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Lila Blue New York, New York
LILA BLUE (they/she) is a 23 year old non-binary and queer folk musician, singer-songwriter, playwright and performer based out of Brooklyn. Their projects navigate themes of grief, joy, intergenerational trauma, rage, queerness and collisions with divine and haunted spirits, stemming from their own intuitive practices. They've released 3 LP’s, 2 EP’s, with LP 4, SWEET PEA, arriving 11/10/23 ... more
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