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Buttoned Down
03:13
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A ghost on new wind is the best medicine tonight
As the crowds go chasing
The creepy little kid on his motorbike
All alone burning fast
Catch moonlight on helmets glass
Far from home in a rogue cast
Come midnight we'll spit and spat
I can’t stand to hang through nights like that, no more
Cause the clock keeps pacing
I got a shadow laying waste coming back for more
Wheel and stone cursing past
What beauty in a moment's flash
Wearing bones, the specters laugh
Shade holds me while metals clash
Impatient while I waited
For you to come around
You got me upside down
Chasing traces of places
Where I am not allowed
You got me buttoned down
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Halcyon Remains
03:38
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Found a nail in the hammer’s throat
Pulled it out, set it on the coast
Came across a copse of trees
Stripped the limbs and burnt the leaves
Ashes formed a monument
Haunts of dormant effigies
Waves grow up to die
Drifting towards a holiday
Suspended in the wake
Made a sail of unraveled rope
Raised up the mast for the command post
Castaways upon the sea
The patterned maze is mesmerizing
Here it is; infinite expanse of resounding shades
Halcyon remains
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3. |
Stranger on the Plain
03:32
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Never thought I'd get enough of you howling
How long has it been since we cruised down the avenue?
Where I tied my shoe, felt my blood renewed
Well I never met a place that I wanted to stay wondering
All of the days I knew
Good enough to keep myself from running back
To the haunts we laced with dirt and cigarettes
Stranger on the Plain
Every moment we are passing through a current
Offset by a grove and a quake and a supplicant
As our pulses race with the silhouette
Well I never left a trace I was wasting away
During all of the days I knew
Well I sever and replace then pause
To hold sway over every phase I knew
Good enough to keep myself from running back
To the haunts we laced with dirt and cigarettes
Debutantes in lace skirts play Russian roulette all night long
Stranger on the Plain
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4. |
My Number
05:07
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I went on a trip to Amsterdam alone
I cashed in all my chips
And I called you up on the telephone
And said “I'm never coming back”
...well not until my lungs turn black
Not until my mind is blown
And even then I'll linger on
Until my money’s gone
Until my friends are quietly deleting my number
I'm back in town now, just playing around
Every time you say a line
I can think of ten that are just divine
There's a mirror in my mirage
Held captive in my garage
Hey I learned this trick
If you count the ticks
You get a message from the beyond
Until my money's gone
Until my friends are quietly deleting my number
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5. |
Coloured Over
02:36
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No, I won’t pursue it until you drag it out
Cut through it, and then we’ll figure it out
Who knew it, would cost all our younger years
We don’t speak much about it, at all
Lost in a daydream since last fall
Bella, our routine hideaway
I would not have it any other way
Well I won’t begin to call out for you
You got me thinking bout the things that I want to do
We don’t speak much about it, at all
The weeks go on and on and on and on
Bella, our routine hideaway
I would not have it any other way
Coloured over line by line
What if you faced another ghost of mine?
Cause I know that you know that nothing really matters
So let’s go out and see a movie
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6. |
Out of Sight
05:49
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Jack’s cold stranglehold tightens, menacing
His age-old routine now in full swing
Waiting trees hang gaunt their roots embracing
Each begging time to please quit wasting
Bury your memory in a wooden box
Bring a map, take a pause
God help me as I look, poor creature
You take all joy that's near you
Mother tears, wind whispers “awakening”
Green springs, begin synthesizing
Wading streams hang off between the spacing
In a shallow bed, they push the pacing
Bury your memory in a wooden box
Bring a map, take a pause
God help me as I look, poor creature
You take all joy that's near you
Over the course of three years and seven months
I made a routine to take care of all my stuff
I couldn’t remember where I’d left the keys
I couldn’t remember where I’d left the keys
And when I finally got it open, all alone, in that tiny room, with that tall ceiling
It all flooded back. Every single thing.
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Giant Skellies Winnipeg, Manitoba
5 piece indie rock from Winnipeg Manitoba. Fun catchy tunes with big grooves and some spooky undertones.
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