1. |
Fickle Soul
04:02
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Fickle Soul
Baby you got an itch in your pocket like a lightening bolt
Quickened steps clicking heels on the sidewalk
Cause it’s in your bones.
Hitch a ride to the stars if you want but there’s no turning back
Floating out like a leaf on the water sinking into black
In a box in an office in the city and the days go by
Earning dollars so you do what you want but you don’t have a life
Looking out beyond the breaker and the changing tides
Hoping that your heart will start racing and you’ll feel alive
Baby you gotta find a way to calm that fickle soul
Maybe it’s in my arms or down a rocky road
Dreams fade on waking- melting like the snow
Baby you gotta find a way to calm that fickle soul.
Come on let’s go and play in the fire and burn it up.
I’m the one with the hole in her pocket
Guess I’m not so tough.
Taking off as soon as the roots grow
Any opportunity to go
That’s me. That’s me.
That’s me with the fickle soul
Baby you gotta find a way to calm my fickle soul
Maybe it’s in my arms or down another road
Dreams fade on waking- melting like the snow
Baby you gotta find a way to calm my fickle soul.
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Baby you gotta find a way to calm my fickle soul
Maybe it’s in my arms or down another road
Dreams fade on waking- melting like the snow
Baby you gotta find a way to calm my fickle soul.
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2. |
Out of the Cage
05:33
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In a temple of fire
You sit and wait for the water to fall.
But it never does and you sit there like a stone.
And the world keeps spinning on while you’re alone.
In a memory forgotten
Sleep the dreams you thought you wanted.
But they're resting now behind the mists of time.
And they burden up the backgrounds of your mind.
SO I’LL GO INTO THE WILD OUT OF THE CAGE
FLOATING HIGH FEELING ALRIGHT - IT’S OK
FEELING ALIVE AND IT’S HOW I WANNA STAY
SO I’LL GO INTO THE WILD OUT OF THE CAGE
All the words we left unspoken
Folded fast and quickly broken.
But you didn’t seem to care or seem to mind
How it lingered in the air and down the line.
It all started with a moment.
Wantin', hopin' I could hold it.
But you’ve passed along so long along the way
And the world keeps spinning on and on each day
SO I’LL GO INTO THE WILD OUT OF THE CAGE
FLOATING HIGH FEELING ALRIGHT- IT’S OK
FEELING ALIVE AND IT’S HOW I WANNA STAY
SO I’LL GO INTO THE WILD OUT OF THE CAGE
Freedom on the breeze
It’s taking me
from this world
from this world
from this world
I can’t be tamed
locked and contained
I am not
an animal
an animal
an animal
SO I’LL GO INTO THE WILD OUT OF THE CAGE
FLOATING HIGH FEELING ALRIGHT - IT’S OK
FEELING ALIVE AND IT’S HOW I WANNA STAY
SO I’LL GO INTO THE WILD OUT OF THE CAGE
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3. |
Kamikaze Girlfriend
04:23
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Hanging out on my lonesome-
It's a common department
Feeling all of your oceans falling down- and I'm
Falling too.
I am crisscrossed across you
A silent arachnid
And I lost all my conscience- somewhere back there- and I'm
Into you.
KAMIKAZE GIRLFRIEND
SKIPPING THROUGH THE DEEP-END
COLOURS OF THE SOUL
BLOODY-CRAZY TRIPS THE MIND
STUPIFY MY DEMONS TILL THEY'RE SMILING TOO
Wearing swollen red eyelids
Watching walls falling down
And my life just slipped sideways, run aground- and I'm
Lost in blue.
Folded up like a leaf
On a cold winter's morning
In the still, wet pools of my mind- and I've
Fallen through.
KAMIKAZE GIRLFRIEND
SKIPPING THROUGH THE DEEP-END
COLOURS OF THE SOUL
BLOODY-CRAZY TRIPS THE MIND
STUPIFY MY DEMONS TILL THEY'RE SMILING TOO
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4. |
Hurricane
04:21
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Holding on by the seat of my pants
I hope that you will take a chance on me.
Spinning on round like a washing machine
I keep on going till I am clean
& I gotta keep going
& I gotta keep time
But I wanna keep you on my mind
& I wanna be free
But I gotta take heed of the things that my heart needs
& the hurricane comes
& the hurricane goes
& I’m walking on a dusty road.
There’s a perfume breeze that delivers me
I’m home again & feeling free
Running round in forgotten dreams
The sun is high and ripping at the seams
Can’t I go round the hard way
I like to hit the ground
Your way is soft and easy
Too many footsteps found.
& I gotta keep going
& I gotta keep time
But I wanna keep you on my mind
& I wanna be free
But I gotta take heed of the things that my heart needs
& the hurricane comes
& the hurricane goes
& I’m walking on a dusty road.
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5. |
Bury Me
05:42
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In a corner at the end of the world
Looking out across the view
Face is warm I got the sun in my eyes
With a hand on my coffee and the other on you- ooh
Bury me alone beside the long, tall grass
Where the wind can forever sing
I never wanted more than I could grasp
Beyond the mountains or the streams
There’s a voice that whispers
like the water’s endless kisses
Always circling the sun
There’s a song within me
Like a wild endless storm
Falling to the earth and then reborn- ooh
Spider-strings in the leaves of the trees above me
Reaching up into the blue
Weightless clouds paint their shifting stories
Day-dream dancing just for you.- ooh
And the years go by and I am getting older
And I’m walking a road that ain’t so new
Who’ll surround me in the golden weather?
Am I alone or am I with you? – ooh
Bury me alone beside the long, tall grass
Where the wind can forever sing
I never wanted more than I could grasp
Beyond the mountains or the streams
There’s a voice that whispers
like the water’s endless kisses
Always circling the sun
There’s a song within me
Like a wild endless storm
Falling to the earth and then reborn- ooh
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6. |
Washington Sun
03:56
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8 year-old me, curly ringlets, wearing spandex in neon pink & green
On a new bike, spokey-dokies, clinking clopping,
as the wheels are turning around
To the market- chore money in my pocket
Sing to myself and the horses in the field.
Catching tadpoles in Cougar Creek then watching them grow
& the dogs are wet and waiting for their stick to be thrown
& I am here & I am young
Eating lemonheads and soaking in the Washington sun.
Up the ladder to the treehouse, in the corner of the backyard that I know
My big sister, she’s in charge- she plays the mother
And what she says goes
Plastic flowers decorate the walls in here
In our own world, surrounded by a sea of pines.
So many years ago
& half a world away
I lingered there a while
But there I couldn’t stay
I can’t go down dusty roads
Past is past- no turning back.
Catching tadpoles in Cougar Creek then watching them grow
& the dogs are wet and waiting for their stick to be thrown
& I am here & I am young
Eating lemonheads and soaking in the Washington sun.
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7. |
Pick-Up Truck
03:54
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Well she took off into the haze, in the hopes of better days.
She waved good-bye and turned the music up, then hit the road in her pick-up truck
aaah
Taking aim on her new life. She’s no-one’s woman, she’s no-one’s wife.
Got no possessions, no more career- but, the sky’s the limit if you don’t have fear.
aaah
Hey babe it doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t really go your way
Life’s never easy, don’t look back or you’ll go crazy- Don’t you take the blame.
Just get in that pick up truck and go and meet the day
And I’ll see you down the end of the road someday.
Out in the black she’s not alone, with sleeping bag, the stars and moon.
Getting in touch with her higher self. She knew her anger was a cry for help.
aaah.
Then in the morning, waking up. She drinks her coffee from a paper cup.
The sun is rising and it’s sinking in. She never felt so good, she wants to spin around.
Hey babe it doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t really go your way
Life’s never easy, don’t look back or you’ll go crazy- Don’t you take the blame.
Just get in that pick up truck and go and meet the day
And I’ll see you down the end of the road someday.
ah ah ah ah ah aaaaaah
ah ah ah ah ah aaaaaah
Hey babe it doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t really go your way
Life’s never easy, don’t look back or you’ll go crazy- Don’t you take the blame.
Just get in that pick up truck and go and meet the day
And I’ll see you down the end of the road someday.
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8. |
Sunday Morning
04:45
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Nobody knows
Which door is open and which door’s closed
And I think I might be- half-way in and half-way out
Out in the distance is the one I want to be
But it is so different from the life that I can see and I’M-
LIVING LIFE LIKE IT IS SUNDAY MORNING
SKIPPING STONES AND HANGING BY THE LAKE
CAN’T WALK BACK DOWN THE SAME PATH YOU’VE STOLEN
YOU WILL END UP BACK HERE JUST THE SAME.
YOU WILL END UP BACK HERE JUST THE SAME.
Lost in the the system
Sickening working for the man
But I’m holding ambition to do my music if I can
I’m sinking and swimming
I will go fighting tooth and nail on down to the bottom
I’ll keep singing my love song
LIVING LIFE LIKE IT IS SUNDAY MORNING
SKIPPING STONES AND HANGING BY THE LAKE
CAN’T WALK BACK DOWN THE SAME PATH YOU’VE STOLEN
YOU WILL END UP BACK HERE JUST THE SAME.
YOU WILL END UP BACK HERE JUST THE SAME.
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9. |
Quiet Places
04:58
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Push the weight off me again
Push the tide of wandering thoughts away
Let me hold you once. Oh....
Just to know, just to know, just to know what you are. Ahh.
Watch my nightmare scene-by-scene
Hear my cry lingering.
Let me touch you once. Oh....
Just to know, just to know, just to know what you are. Ahh.
IN THESE QUIET PLACES
IN THIS ROOM OF FACES
I AM LOOKING, LOOKING, LOOKING
LOOKING FOR YOU.
I AM LOOKING, LOOKING, LOOKING
LOOKING FOR YOU.
YOU- YOU.
IN THESE QUIET PLACES. QUIET PLACES.
Your eyes melt into the windows of me and
My hands are reaching- empty.
Let me have you once.
IN THESE QUIET PLACES
IN THIS ROOM OF FACES
I AM LOOKING, LOOKING, LOOKING
LOOKING FOR YOU.
I AM LOOKING, LOOKING, LOOKING
LOOKING FOR YOU.
YOU- YOU.
IN THESE QUIET PLACES. QUIET PLACES.
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10. |
In The End
04:49
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Blissfully happy we were at the starting line
Ignorant of all the things pushed out of mind.
Shaken by the faults that I didn’t know I had
Breakin into song when I’m feeling bad
Is this real life? Is this how we all feel?
In the end it is all I have wanted
In the end it is all I have left
I am hoping for something forgotten
But my heart it is needing a rest
In the End.
Weakening knees feel poetry sleaze through your veins
Sickening senses and countless pretences you have to fein
Light a little match and wallow in the catch of your breath now.
Shit can hit the fan cause it never goes to plan – you are sinking down.
Is this real life? Is this how we all feel?
In the end it is all I have wanted
In the end it is all I have left
I am hoping for something forgotten
But my heart it is needing a rest
In the End.
Always close behind, with the life-line
And I will pretend, that we are fine.
In the end it is all I have wanted
In the end it is all I have left
I am hoping for something forgotten
But my heart it is needing a rest
In the End.
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11. |
Dipshit
04:55
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The weather is pushing on in
There’s a fire in my heart and a chill on my skin
From the place where you just touched my cheek
I’m restless from loving you so deep.
And nothing is going my way
I stand on my cliff and watch the decay
Of every hope that I had
For you and me to finally be together
GOTTA BOLT ON MY SAFETY BELT
WE’RE MOVING SO FAST
YOU’RE A DIPSHIT WHO LIVES IN THE MOMENT
& THEN YOU HIT THE BREAKS WHEN YOU REALISE TOO LATE
THAT WE’RE HOLDING ON TOO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER
You say that it’s just in my head
And you pull me so close and you take me to bed
If the leaves on the window could speak
They’d tell me that it is time to leave
The wind whistles up to my feet
I’m caught in a trap that you laid down so neat
Your emotions now dry as the earth
And you turn and say please don’t get hurt.
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12. |
Memory Lake
04:59
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Ease into me. Glistening jade sea
Shining through black night, dispersed memories
& chalky dark, sinking pumice
& sand grating teeth in relentless jaws
Madness seeking drums
To beat a hard rhythm
Pushing blood. Pushing body. Pushing blood. Pushing body.
Into blinding lemon-acid light.
I can feel it in the water
I can feel it in my bones
& I’m going round in circles,
But I know I’m going home
And the echoes are haunting me
In my dreams I know that my heart is free
From the murky Memory Lake
To the critically insane.
On the bonny bonny banks
Of Lake Taupo
Salty warmth of faraway blue-green
Here crushing scarlet-close
Inside eye-lids, like leaf-lines.
Melting, kneading, curling, seething in.
Fold until nothing.
Melting, kneading, curling, seething in.
Fold until nothing.
I can feel it in the water
I can feel it in my bones
& I’m going round in circles,
But I know I’m going home
And the echoes are haunting me
In my dreams I know that my heart is free
From the murky Memory Lake
To the critically insane.
On the bonny bonny banks
Of Lake Taupo
In the forever more- on the yellow faded rocks
There is always a part of me – jumping off…
Jumping off into the Memory Lake.
I can feel it in the water
I can feel it in my bones
& I’m going round in circles,
But I know I’m going home
And the echoes are haunting me
In my dreams I know that my heart is free
From the murky Memory Lake
To the critically insane.
On the bonny bonny banks
Of Lake Taupo
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13. |
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Well she took off into the haze, in the hopes of better days.
She waved good-bye and turned the music up, then hit the road in her pick-up truck
aaah
Taking aim on her new life. She’s no-one’s woman, she’s no-one’s wife.
Got no possessions, no more career- but, the sky’s the limit if you don’t have fear.
aaah
Hey babe it doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t really go your way
Life’s never easy, don’t look back or you’ll go crazy- Don’t you take the blame.
Just get in that pick up truck and go and meet the day
And I’ll see you down the end of the road someday.
Out in the black she’s not alone, with sleeping bag, the stars and moon.
Getting in touch with her higher self. She knew her anger was a cry for help.
aaah.
Then in the morning, waking up. She drinks her coffee from a paper cup.
The sun is rising and it’s sinking in. She never felt so good, she wants to spin around.
Hey babe it doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t really go your way
Life’s never easy, don’t look back or you’ll go crazy- Don’t you take the blame.
Just get in that pick up truck and go and meet the day
And I’ll see you down the end of the road someday.
ah ah ah ah ah aaaaaah
ah ah ah ah ah aaaaaah
Hey babe it doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t really go your way
Life’s never easy, don’t look back or you’ll go crazy- Don’t you take the blame.
Just get in that pick up truck and go and meet the day
And I’ll see you down the end of the road someday.
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Colette Rivers Wellington, New Zealand
Colette Rivers is an American-born, New-Zealand raised, self-proclaimed 'Kiwi'.
This doesn’t sound like a debut album,
as it is full of confidence and assuredness, as if the person at the heart of it all had been doing this for many years.
We have folk and singer-songwriter styles being mashed together with indie and alternative rock by someone who knows exactly what she wants to achieve.
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