1. |
Hurricane
03:55
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julie calls me over
put your head on my shoulder
and let me know
if it's time to wake
what you cannot take
can i lighten your load?
cause i have walked through downtown streets
and i've stood in line waiting to be seen
like the air off the sea
when you reach in please
reach back out to me
it's like a hurricane
running through my brain
and i haven't made anything yet
it's like a hurricane
running through me
like the truth
as it all unfolds
wake up on the road
with the snow outside
i was under the cover
of a delicate soul
now my soul must decide
it's like a hurricane
that's running through my brain
and i'm lonely cause
i can't be anything else
but just to be now
i've got lives ahead
and behind me now
it's like a hurricane
running through me now
with nowhere to go but up
and all the inside stuff
i've got lives ahead
and behind me now
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2. |
Backseat of My Car
03:56
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i wasn't first
and i won't be the last
to fall in love with the moving mile
passing under me
'til reality
is just the list of everything i tried
i lived in the backseat of my car
connects me to anything at all
insides changing with the way i steer
living room walls
atmosphere
hit record on the tape machine at dawn
i'm alive like a line being drawn
pull over
and see the galaxy
there is nothing here
but the room to be
i lived in the backseat of my car
the radio kept me clear at night
and i have looked
through the windshield at my life
i wasn't first
and i won't be the last
to pry open my third eye
under windsheild glass
step on the gas
and cut texas in half
[chorus]
wake up wondering where to go
pearl jam "yield" playing on the stereo
following the signs
behind the signs
sense of space opening inside
i wasn't first
and i won't be the last
to outrun the button holes
of my past
and i think that there was only one
it's the way i saw when i was young
[chorus]
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3. |
Ceiling
04:08
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there is only one
who knows where i belong
and that is you
scared as i may be
to be anywhere eternally
asking for a place
to be one on one
and let the sadness fade
from this point of view
of seeing me in you
i hope to halt my anger
cripples other feelings
i could be your ceiling
when you see what you never have
given what i know
i could never grow
if i left my heart inside
as strange as it may seem
i dream bigger dreams
inside this tiny box
pushing out a feeling
i can't be your ceiling
giving you what i never have
going to tribeca
thinking about mecca once again
looking through my pockets
to another way
inside this way i'm in
looking for a place to be one on one
and let the sadness fade
the elevator ends
the subway says amen
and lets me close my eyes
without all of the feelings
god could be my ceiling
take away what i never had
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4. |
Robot
02:51
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i've been a robot
i have been a human being
i have seen what i am
i've seen what ive tried to be
but nothing scares me more
than what i am
uncarved wood
silk inside your hands
blank canvas
footprints in the sand
there is no one in the doorway
except yourself
you can't seek if you don't love
and accept yourself
as the placeholder
that you really are
open space
unordered numbers
gently bending towards the earth
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5. |
Commuter
02:58
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and i'll be there
if you call me further
just let me take
my forearm off this burner
and then
i'll go to work again
fall asleep
as the train deposits me
and all it is
is just a focused laser
falling from my eye
to your face
can you
open where your shut
and hold me
far enough
to cut me free
and the perfection
of every stranger you will never meet
is exhaled out
into the veil of 42nd street
it's true
the city uses you
you lift up
someone else's shoes
seems like a minor miracle
just to be alive today
and that's without
all of these slower people
in my way
i want
the truth about my dreams
or all i am
is human gasoline
giving my speed to the unknown
in exchange
for another e train home
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6. |
Jesus
03:01
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there's a picture of jesus
hanging over my head
i don't want to be so cynical
i won't share his bread
and i don't have to believe
that he rose up
to see that he's real
something inside me
jesus wants me to feel
there's the weight
of careless building
and intentional health
i stop long enough
to see that i am
looking at myself
in the eyes of a child
whose got light years to go
the face of a dog
who ran up to say hello
there's a wanderer inside me
as restless as air
there's reflections around me
to anchor my stare
to illusions of grandeur
and physical laws
jesus is singing to me
accept it that's all
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7. |
In My Car
05:21
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last night i looked through
the evidence
a life i lived
without much permanence
in the beauty
of unchecked innocence
miss the days when i would take a ride
just the battle in me by my side
and all i needed to survive
i threw
in my car
where i see
and unfenced reality
miles are no longer
what they mean
shoves a trigger
into all my dreams
i am riding inside the palm
of god's right arm
i'm a surface
i'm a moving point
a broke-in army jacket
smoking joints
i'm away to a place
that i have never been
and i'm seeing again
if there's a reason
it's to untie up my mind
it's just fuel
in my car
where i see
unrehearsed reality
i never want to try and understand
this beats the life inside me
out again
looking through my left hand
to mexico
and no matter what i have
built since
it's the distance that's
the monument
when i look backwards
and i repent
for all of the beauty
i missed along the way
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8. |
Medicine Man
02:49
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come by me
and breathe
bring that
glass of water please
i'm searching
for the dry land
in my head
he lights another round
for me
instead
ghosted by the sun
hands over his medicine
give the
give and take
time to kick in
take me somewhere
i have never been
and when he opens up the door
it lasts eight hours or so
and then it's over
and i am walking home so stoned
practicing my life alone
but he's at my shoulder
my medicine man
and i remember
the stones
in the car
only five miles
but i felt we traveled
very far
and you were my living witness
and my guide
the second time
i opened up my eyes
and when he opens up the door
it lasts eight hours or so
and then it's over
and i am walking home so stoned
practicing my life alone
but he's at my shoulder
and i'm never quite alone
even ten years down the road
he says
"come over"
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9. |
Straight to Sound
03:44
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thinking of a shower
lying on the lawn
explosives and
my business cards are gone
they say it isn't me
say it isn't me
and you walk the line
but never straight to sound
like the plane to france
that never left the ground
nothing in the air
forces me to stare
you are the wake
in my head
just like fall
you are the love
for myself
if you could see me now
and the walk away
is never when you'd like
and the take you want
is always left inside
god inside me
you are the wake
in my head
just like fall
you are the love
i have for myself
if you could see
me now
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10. |
Disappear
02:55
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when i need some
type of shelter
to lock the doors inside
you are not the only thing
that i have to survive
in this billboard landslide
i work to become
thin enough to dissolve between
the two worlds
i am in
i want to disappear
i want to go
inside myself
somewhere else
that is not quite here
and i want to disappear
allow me interruption
to contend without
the neverending battle of
skinning out my doubt
i want to disappear
i want to go
inside myself
somewhere else
that is not quite clear
and i want to disappear
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11. |
In a Quiet Way
04:16
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in a quiet way
i'm already packing for the day
and in a quiet way
i'm waiting for a teacher
who sits me down
and teaches me to wait
for who i am becoming
a forward angel
that's already gone to lunch
i'm waiting on
the man i hope i will become
in a quiet way
we fight the war
on every working day
for when we choose to say
"i didn't know the role i played"
the chances are
we looked the other way
at who we are becoming
numb inside
to a body count culture
waiting on god
to come and sew the suture
in a quiet way
we die a little
every single day
and if i choose to face
the spirit to the left of me
will remind me of what
i give away
and who will i become
a father figure
or fossil fuel son
i'm waiting on
the ice inside
to melt away
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12. |
Outgoing Message
02:59
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walking to the mountain
like an animal in shoes
i got nothing to lose
leaving lots of holes
where there used to be some thread
gonna disconnect my head
and i'm going on a train
that stops in every single way
and opens up a station
on a spiritual plane
i'm going away
my woman had to go
recover what she lost
and i was the cost
no matter what love provides you
in can strip out your insides
leave you hollowfied
when instead of raining on you
the rain it passes through
and when the war was over
i saw you over my shoulder
and i turned away
the city cutting money
and it spends the human race
like a bullet case
so don't leave me a message
i was only passing through
the part of me you knew
and i'm going on a train
that stops in every single way
and opens up a station
on a spiritual plane
i'm going away
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David Waingarten Portland, Oregon
David plays music to keep himself company. He digs records that sound like they were recorded in bedrooms and basements, and is inspired by the raw intimacy and honesty of Paul Simon, Elliot Smith, Blaze Foley and Gillian Welch. His songs are about healing, living in your car, longing to be found, gratitude, riding subways, finding silence, and stumbling along your path. ... more
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