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Rushlight
04:13
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I won’t go out anymore
I can’t feel strong, I can’t even say it
Where I belong, you’ve made it impossible
I’ll stay hidden when nothing will come of looking toward the sky, when the cards are all stacked against me
Does this sound naive? Would it break my image to be shown admitting I don’t know which way is up, or who I can trust? You seem to have written it all in advance
So tell us how your crown weighs so heavy
You say, “just make good work” as though the proof will always be in just deserts, as though the cream will rise in coffee you have already thrown out
You say “befriend your heart” while in the other hand your mind creates a box in which your heart can pace around and never see the sun
You say, “the sun’s a moon” and so I must agree; the sun’s a rushlight over mountain tops, so much as ask and we would jump right off
Or speak in tongues to our own mothers, right or wrong, and in the end what does it matter if our lives are any better; you have won
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The Sharpest Knife
03:43
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Try not to look upon a road with judging eyes and find yourself wanting
I’d like to knuckle down and know that in the end it all was worth it
Envy is a true north guiding you down the road but only if you don’t look too closely
Astringent tastes are there to remind you that the prize is not the fruit of one’s labour
Here’s a bouquet of flowers for all the ones you chose who weren’t me – look at them now!
With velvet blackness overhead
A hard road takes you to the place
Where justice is the sharpest knife
Where courage never comes too late
You follow me through fields of green
We tremble at the breaking light
I’ll faithfully say I wouldn’t change
A moment of this gift of life
The fates may sew me into place
And like a child I’ll hold each thread
And not see where my fingers end
Or where the universe begins
Away
Watch it dissolve away
Cast your demons away
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Take It Lightly
03:38
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I choose to be grateful
I choose to be humbled by this experience
I choose to be flexible like all those trees in proverbs that don’t lose branches in a storm
And that weight is so heavy
But I choose to be happy
And though you may try to break me, I am a woman of strength, I choose to take it lightly
Your whole passage through life needn’t be so serious
If you’re too serious, you may just miss it
Go buy some flowers
Send a get well card
Breathe in the fresh air
Go walk in the park
And knit a jumper
And greet your neighbours
And take the bins out
And read the papers
Now take it lightly
Now tread so lightly
Now speak so lightly
Now breathe so lightly
Now be so lightly
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Saturn
05:25
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Taking a breath, taking a breath
You know the way, you know the way
Stop breaking your back, breaking your back
You have permission to waste the day
You have permission to lie down in the sun
You are allowed to not have a plan
You are allowed to sleep when the day is done
Life doesn’t have to be this hard
You can’t perfect your way out of pain
All things deserve to be happy and free
May you be safe and protected
May you be happy and peaceful
May you be healthy and strong
May you be at ease
May you be free from stress and anxiety
You know, there are others who suffer in this way; you are not the only one
For whatever it is you are feeling right now, may you hold this too with kindness
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Small Windows
04:35
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Small windows are here to remind you of what you have left behind
Every choice made is sacrifice; you’ve had so much to give
How to count all of the blessings unnumbered and overlooked?
What could you give that could erase all the wishes you once held dear?
Close all the windows.
Who do you live for? Is your image of self a transparency?
Water acquiesces, but in time, erodes its foundation
The cup who overfloweth no longer has its own agency
No longer a special thing with substance and definition
Close all the windows.
Your lullaby to cradle once was a destiny to behold
You once were a deep well of spirit, with a future to create
Now your deepest truth is a secret that will never be told
Secrets untold are forgotten, and in time, evaporate
Close all the windows.
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Brigid
06:10
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So wintry, this particular brand of loneliness, and rugging up won’t help it
So wintry, this particular sigh of weariness, in clouds of condensation
Warmth is for children who want to grow strong
But that kind of season won’t last for too long
So wintry, this particular fear of ruddy cheeks, of muddy steps on the carpet
So wintry, this particular dread of olfactory
Repress those sweet old memories
Hold out your womb at arms length and don’t cry
Being hysterical won’t help you survive
So wintry, this particular ache
A pregnancy in joints suggesting rainfall
So wintry this particular migraine
A truth the heart of every mother cries out:
Sickness is freedom to finally lie down
Count backwards, count backwards from ten and numb out
Don’t worry your pretty head
Don’t go where the fields are green
Don’t open the door to life
Rain won’t come, nor hail, nor shine
Don’t open the door to life
Don’t open the door.
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Lack The Low Melbourne, Australia
Lack the Low is Kat Hunter, a composer, producer and multi-instrumentalist from Melbourne, Australia.
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