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This Must Be Life
04:36
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What is this form
That I have taken?
I do not recall
Asking for this
But now I’m here, I am alive; I have dreams to realize
And though it’s a very heavy burden of life, I must try
Yeah, I must try to live or be ready to die
So now I’m dying to live; oh this must be life
Oh this must be life
Oh this must be life
And how much water is in your well?
To put out the fire that’s in your hell?
Well, it’s not about the problems that you know
It’s how you cope
It's how you cope
And I’ve spent my existence
Just trying to be happy
And though that’s unrealistic
I’m still going to try
For we can be a waste and let ourselves down
Or do nothing about it and hope that it all works out
But that’s not the answer that I’ve come to realize
And I’m dying to live; oh this must be life
Oh this must be life
Oh this must be life
And how much water is in your well?
To put out the fire that’s in your hell?
Well, it’s not about the problems that you know
It’s how you cope
It's how you cope
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I’ve been living off of offerings
In exchange for my time
Noticing that in every village I pass through, there’s a shrine
Growing used to the journey
The temporary conversations
Though this is not the life I was born for, it’s what's mine
Such a strange reality
Beyond my wildest dreams
Growing up to float down such a narrow stream
For I’ll only reach a handful
But that’s more than acceptable
Yes I’m destined for no destination or so I believe
And now we’re sittin’ in a graveyard
Lookin’ for bones
They’ll be around long after their stories have been told
And I’m used to the memories
But not this feeling
Of knowing this is all that there was to know
And I’ve had enough of talking
Yes, I’m ready to listen
Let’s please reverse the direction of this exchange of words
Just say something crazy
Perhaps a brief life history
But if we only talk about ourselves, we’ll never learn
For now we’re sittin’ in a graveyard
Lookin’ for bones
They’ll be around long after their stories have been told
And I’m used to the memories
But not this feeling
Of knowing this is all that there was to know
And we’ve been acting like everything is so permanent
We use words like “forever” and “always” though they’re not true
So I’ve been learning just to exist in this moment
To enjoy this life that I’ve been passing through
And we’re sittin’ in a graveyard
Lookin’ for bones
They’ll be around long after their stories have been told
And I’m used to the memories
But not this feeling
Of knowing this is all that there was to know
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I Don't Really Mind
04:28
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She was an architect in the world she created
An artist in all she could see
And now she designs for the angels and the peasants
In hopes that they may soon set her free
And I slept in her garden of eden
I lied naked in her stillness of time
And now she's left me longing for a moment
Oh but I don't really mind
Oh but I don't really mind
Now in my place lies the ruins of a flower
And hourglass calling me back in the night
For her letters, they continue to grow older
When her words are all I can find
And these memories are all I remember
My fingertips on the silhouette of her spine
For nostalgia is the only world I can enter
Oh but I don't really mind
Oh but I don't really mind
I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts
As long as one of them is thinking of her
I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts
As long as one of them is thinking of her
And does my scent still cling to her pillow?
Or was it washed away by the tears from her eyes?
Well, there's no need to mimic a weeping willow
For a star that was just shooting by
And there's still hope that love may be constant
For the thought is not too hard to surmise
And now we're left to linger at a distance
Oh but I don't really mind
Oh but I don't really mind
I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts
As long as one of them is thinking of her
I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts
As long as one of them is thinking of her
I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts
As long as one of them is thinking of her
I don't really mind being gone with nothing but my thoughts
As long as one of them is thinking of her
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Brian Smith Portland, Oregon
Brian Smith is a geofolk musician on an endless tour around the world.
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