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Everything's Changing
04:17
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Everything's all the same it's always changing
Thinking singularly is getting pretty old
A loop, a pleasure zone
Movement standing
Riding all alone
Eternal lips swallowing
Everything's all the same it's always changing
Waking up beside you continuously feels brand new
Lush rocky wall passed in green metal
A castle on a hill, death joy in the windowsill
Blue fills the sky today, new clouds are forming
Birds sing that song today and
Green fills your eyes
Blue fills the sky today, new clouds are forming
Birds sing that song today and
Tears fill my eyes
Everything's all the same it's always changing
Your palms in mine, Arizona sunrise
Loose sand in my shoe, the car seats count to (two)
an August skyline
fear of passing time
Everything's all the same it's always changing
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2. |
Turquoise Sense of Being
03:15
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hands on our turquoise steering wheel glove,
you lay suspended above
foreign stone
you are the feeling of the earth
you are lost in that turquoise sense of being
return to the patterns that hum
a melody I already sung
gone is the feeling of the dirt
couples morph into family portraits,
fluid fills the ice tray to the shapes it suggests
the friend holds out his hand to agree upon a form of friendship
invited by decorative lampshades crooked
a hole-y plaid quilt hiding stains in the futon
lost that turquoise sense of being
nested in a carpeted minivan trunk
to hike up meadow mountain
alone and surely promised some
suspected serendipitous sun descent
where is the feeling of the earth
where is the feeling of the dirt
where is that feeling of the earth
where is that feeling of the dirt
where is that feeling
lost for that turquoise sense of being
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3. |
Out in the Country
03:35
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The city's growing stale to me
with light manifesting in my dreams
pleasure depends on absent company
I am clay in my fingertips
Cruisin' on a flooding canoe
breath on the field while staring at you
the present tense is the only tense in your thoughts that'll become mine too
The mountain air's callin me
losing my lust for the rusting city
out in the country
the air is so easy to breathe
Plans rot my head
past goodness could make the present dead
The fruit on the tree in the garden tastes sweet,
only the moment it touches my teeth
What's that that hooked my brain?
search and search till I found something
numb to the color of the sky and the breeze passing by
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4. |
Easy to See
02:51
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It's easy to see you everywhere I go
In the ripples of the river and the songs they play upon its stone bank
In the shine of doorknobs dull metal engulfed in a sea of tree bodies meat
In the way cedar hangs and the dance of its leaves
In sound of a vast field in evening, air crimson, illuminated and disappearing
In the shape of sky's clouds and the pace of reformation
In the lapping of salt water on the sand, forever fleeting in its own decision
When a fog blocks the moon and I wonder if it's returning
In fabric pressed against cold flesh
In the green of mountain slopes and the white of the snow
In the grass blades morning dew
It's easy to see you everywhere I go
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5. |
Honig Pt. 2
02:50
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6. |
Everyone's Living
03:29
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"Everyone's living in a way I just don't understand
letting months pass by to stale thoughts and sad mindsets"
She asks if I ever watch the rain fall to the roof and sprinkle my face
or feel my bare feet against a cool wooden surface
I said "everyone's all acting in a way I just don't understand,
fabricating distance when their skin is touching"
She asks if I ever catch her breathe brush against my skin in the late afternoon
or our bodies dissolving into one from two
or my shadow in the night from the moon
or a beam of sunlight in the living room
She asks if I ever doubt the fact that we're merely just breathing in
and if I truly try could I feel every moment slipping
or every flavor that I'm tasting
or every breathe that I'm taking
or every moment of this life I'm living
"Everyone's all living in a way I just don't understand
waiting for the next thing to keep em waiting"
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7. |
Am I My Body?
01:28
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I lift off my sheets
A familiar 25 year old body, is that me?
But what about that dream? Unaligned with physicality.
The porcelain seeps the tea, fear of all the thoughts that could become me
I can't seem to keep up with what I'm thinking
Or the mood I'm making
I want to be the plants outside, still, chaos free, alive
The porcelain seeps the tea, fear of all the thoughts that could become me
Are you my body? Is your body me?
Am I my body? Is my body me?
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Naked where the sugar grows, I know the sweetness rots my teeth,
I hope the sugar stick won't dry too thick
Naked where the water springs, I felt your mood and forgot about my sharp feeling
The air is thick but how much can I hold in? My lungs continue breathing
I sing to you your favorite song as we lay dreaming
doooo dooooo doooo doooo doooo dooooooooo
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Sham Asheville, North Carolina
songs of Shane Justice McCord expanded in collaboration with Mikey Powers, other friends & magnetic tape
shanejmccord@gmail.com
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