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Lie Down, Lights Off
00:47
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2. |
A Languid Love
03:45
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Bonfire breeze breaks through 6pm
I’m three months out of nearly three years in
The novelty of nothing wearing slightly thin
A languid love, a sleep addled adoration
Please will you wake me up when 27 ends
I feel your fingers on my lips,
I feel them slipping through my hands
A languid love, a sleep addled adoration
Flatten the corners of everything I own
Bastardise the liturgy of the fingers on the throne
It’s the sleep that I don’t get which is the sleep I miss the most
A languid love, a sleep addled adoration
Please will you wake me up when 27 ends
I feel your fingers on my lips,
I feel them slipping thr ough my hands
A languid love, a sleep addled adoration
He saw his second deathbed by the age of 24
I found myself in a sleepless cell, head crushed against the wall
He saw his second deathbed by the age of 24
I found myself in a sleepless cell, head crushed against the wall
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3. |
China Boy
05:31
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I might be the most patient person in the world, or I may have nothing better to do
Than sit around in all my glory, quietly waiting for you
Jumping in the fallen leaves, but they were covering a manhole
Now I’m trapped in the sewer lake and I’m cold with a broken ankle
Four thirds through my fourteenth drink
Sleeping is overrated
If by poetry you mean coming up with different metaphors for feeling a little bit blue
Then yes, I guess I am a poet too
Trying to work out if I’ve hurt anyone as badly as I’ve been hurting myself
Struggling with the algorithm, I lied on my CV about Excel
I’ve been saving my best for you again
I’m a China Boy again
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4. |
Jackfruit
03:01
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Isn’t everything a voyage, but not always a vacation?
We were on course for new found land, worn well by millions
Now we’re alone together, with nothing but the skin upon our backs
That’s just day to day living,
Life is rolling contract
Slightly more than forgiving when you feel your flat feet dance
On a bare minimum morning
Just from hearing that you can
This unspecified person has my heart in a chokehold,
Slamming from wall to wall, rib to rib in a one man show
It’s three weeks of leftovers, and a non descript salad bowl
Swinging in the wind, singing in the dark, what a wonderful feeling knowing who you are
She’s making friends for life, he’s making minimum wage
Why do we feel so different when I look the same as what you did my age?
I wanna start a folk band, face on a t shirt
I wanna start a joke band, wear thin after just one listen
Jackfruit
Jackfruit
Jackfruit
Jackfruit
Jackfruit
Jackfruit
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5. |
The Inescapable
03:39
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Tell me if I’m tired, or if my eyes just hurt from staring at a screen every day since I was fourteen
Table for two and a room for one, Sunday night at The Saturn Hotel
Where I woke up thinking of the fractions in your heart, and everything I know,
The coffee was cold by Holloway Road
What’s the over/under on sleepless nights?
Back myself to cover the weekly spread of 3.5
I’m tired of living with this rot between my brains,
Bleed between the lines, flicker between the full beams
I’m four people in the backseat
I’m twelve clowns in a mini
How else can I say; “it’s been a while since I been okay?”
Short of, you know, telling anyone
about The Inescapable
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6. |
Twelve Packets
02:37
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My masculinity, and my femininity living hand in hand
Tired of my form, forms and formality
Finding new norms, and a new normality,
A middle ground neutrality,
12 packets, 12 packets,
A middle ground neutrality,
12 packets, 12 packets
I’m dreaming deep
Deep in dreams
Deeper than I’ve ever dreamed
A middle ground neutrality
12 packets, 12 packets
A middle ground neutrality
12 packets, 12 packets
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7. |
Five Orange Men
03:11
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I’m on the floor again,
Responding to five month old messages
Trying so hard,
To have an out of body experience
Thinking about the men who built New York
Sat free on a Mansioner’s Money
53 feet above the sky
It’s a shame we have so much in common
Provincial train station
Torrential rain patient
As it crashes between the tracks
Five Orange Men readjust their hats
How beautifully time flies!
So much faster than a thought,
Quicker than a romance required kinda mid-Monday malaise
All My Friends on the walk to the bus to the train
I’m on the floor again
And every day’s a constant struggle
Trying to contort myself in to something I can’t be
Inhale, exhale,
Just trying to find a way to feel at home in my body
Cos moving back to London’s really fucking with my skin
And the petrichoral motion flows,
One of these days today will be a lifetime ago
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8. |
Guts Of The Game
06:57
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I don’t know what to think about myself,
Is it all in my head? Am I at all in your head?
I don’t know what to sing about myself,
There’s so much in my head that’s already been said
I’m so scared you might fall in love with someone else
But that says more of me than it does anything
I’m so scared of the thoughts on which I dwell
But something about the sting brings the best out of me
I don’t care for how you’ve wrapped me in your spell
I don’t think I want any more of anything
I’m nowhere for now but I think I’m doing well
Was one night all it took for you to sling me through your hook?
I am all in the guts of the game
I am all in the guts of the game
I am all in the guts of the game
I am all in the guts of the game
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9. |
Eye Of The Needle
04:40
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Everything I am in slipping away
Which might be a happier line than you might think
Yearning for your parents’ place
Or a funhouse mirror of a sober face
Half a hundred reasons why:
I’m two years behind
I don’t remember what I look like
I don’t remember what your laugh sounds like
The thread is unravelling day by day
Some days a new knit scarf, others a paperweight
To live is to forget everything I’ve done
To learn is to regret everything I’ve done to anyone
To say “I’m sorry” feels so selfish
As I recognise myself more I know myself less
And every night I’m kept awake
And every night that’s the price I pay
You’re always on my mind
You’re always on my mind
You’re always on my mind
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