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Cabin
03:11
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Black coffee, pork and beans
Muddy shoes, April blues
Pickin banjo, guttin fish
Rough and calloused fingertips
Rise with the sun and fall with the moon
Trying to find my own sweet tune
Screech with the magpie, swim with the trout
Deep breath in and deep breath out
Robin's nest at my front door
Ants and spiders on my floor
Tough as nails but weak as sin
Let the adventure begin
The rain is beating on my roof
Embrace the gentle solitude
Hoot with the owl and cower with the mouse
Deep breath in and deep breath out
When this body dies I will
Roam and ramble on until
i find a cabin in the woods
Atop a steep and grassy hill
I'll haunt that shack forever more
Await a knocking at my door
And any weary traveller
I will be a shelter for
The cold it bites, the wind it stings
My mind it roams, my heart it sings
Newborn sparrow taking wing
The winter's fighting with the spring
Ginko walks and smelly socks
Drinking raindrops, skipping rocks
Howl with the wolf and wane with the moon
Think I finally found my tune
When this body dies I will
Roam and ramble on until
i find a cabin in the woods
Atop a steep and grassy hill
I'll haunt that shack forever more
Await a knocking at my door
And any weary traveller
I will be a shelter for
Screech with the magpie, swim with the trout
Hoot with the owl, cower with the mouse
Howl with the wolf and wane with the moon
Think I finally found my tune
Screech with the magpie, swim with the trout
Deep breath in and deep breath out
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Out of My Mind
03:03
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Well I've never had such a funny feeling
There's just no simple explanation and there's just no simple reason
But my thoughts might take me to places unheard of
But my head is staying in one place
Cause I've got so many things that keep me staying
and one reason is these friends that I've been making
you told me "never count on others they will only let you down"
But sometimes it's hard, so god damn hard
I've been hung up on this feeling I've been yearning
That comes around this time of year when my skin just won't stop burning
I'll be free from feeling guilty I'll be nurtured and acknowledged
I'll be happy just you wait and see
But the sun can only bring so much good progress
'Till it scurries away at the end of August
And when that day comes I'll be much stronger than last winter
We can sing these words, we'll sing them loud
Get the fuck out of my mind
Take me back to the place when I felt fine
We're all just making it one day at a time
Get the fuck out of my mind
Take me back to the place when I felt fine
I'm sorry if I'm leaving you behind
You wouldn't want this anyway
Oh this flavour on my lips that I've been tasting
Takes me back to drinking 40s in your parents' dingy basement
When the heat would open every door in this whole city
I could wander out the days before the cold
But that basement never felt like it was staying
It takes some time to learn who's worth the pains I'm taking
It seems the only thing that's stagnant is the dryness and the rain
So I gotta move, I'm moving on
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Broken Glass Kids Toronto, Ontario
Broken Glass Kids are a folk-punk duo based out of Toronto. They sing songs about cabins, running in one direction or the other, and the kind of boredom that only the suburbs can ignite. Both members have musical projects of their own, but when they create music together the product is greater than the sum of it's parts. ... more
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