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3.25
04:46
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2. |
Swisher Sweets
04:31
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Swisher Sweets
Swisher sweets, summer heat
A part time job, a plan to leave
Labour day on a dead end street
Pyro in the park
Fireflies and good dogs bark
One last punctuation mark
Light it up and fade to dark
Bruises on my knees
Leave for university
Call it off on Halloween
Make believe I’m somebody
Else breaking you’re heart
Sometimes it’s just to hard to do
What you need to
As you.
Hometown for the holidays
Feelin’ lost, but acting brave
Saw you in a strangers face
Angel in the snow
Nothing New Year, even though
We count down cross the timezones
Colours in the sky explode
Secrets you don’t tell
Like a sonnet in a prison cell
Concrete on a wishing well
An angel in her private hell
I want to set you free
Sometimes it’s just to hard to be
What I know you need
As me.
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3. |
Jigsaw
03:26
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4. |
Gemini
03:21
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Gemini
The Ego and the Id, the psychic and her evil twin
But not how I’m describing them, standing in a line
They’re dancing all the time, limbs are intertwined
They sound like one voice in the community choir
And it spreads - wildfire
I’m a domino, Gemini, the tough talk that might be worth having twice
Wake you in the dead of night just to tell you that I love you and I don’t want to fight
(oh-mm)
You were born that was so brave
did you come crashing in from outer space?
Was it a push? A pull? A keeping-of-pace?
A downhill slope or a trip in the maze?
Are we clinging to time like clothes on a line?
Hung out to dry but caught in a lighting storm.
Can’t say I didn’t warn ya
I’m a domino, Gemini, the tough talk that might be worth having twice
One in the morning and one at night, one in which you’re wrong and the other which you’re right
(ahh-mm)
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5. |
RIP Lawn Chair
02:26
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RIP lawn chair
This city wants you to move on
Records for sale, couch on the lawn
With a sign that reads “clean, take it for free”
Fifth of the month and I bet you probably
Lent your friend some money for rent
so now you’ve got nothing to spend on it
This winter cleaned me right out
Spring comes around, I’m ahead of it all.
Laugh when your mom call’s ‘em eavesdrops
Swing from the ladder, break the fall
On the lawn chair bleached like the dead coral reef
It’ll never be the same again
Pick us up 2pm coffees
The man at the counter picks up a convo and
Carries it through like he knows me
Reaches the punchline “make it a combo?”
His blonde hair bleached like the stain on my teeth
Either way, feels nice to pretend
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6. |
Guard Down
03:56
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Guard Down
Had a great day, so sad it had to end.
But they always come around again.
See you waving in the rear view.
I was in a place, in a state. I was gunna lay low but then -
It hit me like a soft wind.
All my senses in motion again.
Have I finally let my guard down?
Are you happy with the outcome?
You remind me of a child, of a child with soap in his eyes.
I don’t tell him not to cry. It’s a blur, then a clear view.
And I have never met anyone as real as you
Since I left my mothers womb.
Have I finally let my guard down?
Are you happy with the outcome?
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7. |
Dead Deer
03:36
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Dead Deer
When you live on top of a hill
Someone always will look small
And you will look much taller than you are
Half the gas will get you twice as far.
A gaggle of cop cars, like vultures swarming a dead deer
Probably look like a light show on the Fourth of July from your lawn chair
And if you can’t imagine a better life, how can we get there?
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When you’re away I can’t help but obsess
Did you miss a step and trip into traffic?
Or sleep at the wheel of a hot air balloon
like a classic cartoon, doubt that will ever happen.
But time has a way, always winning the game
a cruel power play; give you love then take it away
Slept through your birthday, slept through Halloween
Been sleeping for weeks, drift in the time machine
I’m in the corner of all of my dreams
when you arrive that’s where you’ll find me
and when you do it is such a relief
but then my teeth fall out like rotten, forgotten fruit in the heat
Like a machine you didn’t know you were driving, a curtain you don’t know you’re hiding behind
Feeling shy like a new moon rising-
lingerie drying on a line in after midnight
Leading lady with stage fright–
–can you sing the song that you want to hear?
does it sound right? does it sound sincere?
does your little voice shake like a kid in a play?
wearing a mask made of papier mache?
Or are you too afraid to let anything through?
Are your lips made of glue?
Can you undo for someone what you wanted undone for you?
Is there a machine you didn’t know you were driving,
a curtain you don’t know you’re hiding behind
Do you feel like a newborn crying? Baby bird flying?
A cloud that hangs in the sky like
A little kid on a high dive
what in the world do I want with my life?
I want to be somebody that you would still like
if you were around to like anyone still-
doesn’t feel real, doubt it ever really will but
time has a way, always winning the game
a cruel power play, give you love then take it away
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9. |
Homesick Pt.1
00:42
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Drive by the house we spent so much time in
And some rich college kids are fucking up the lawn.
It’s the house that I wanna die in
If it’s not gone.
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10. |
Homesick
05:00
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Homesick
When I drive through my hometown, get turned around
They filled in the holes in the walls or they tore ‘em down
That old pawn shop’s a dispensary now
The thrift store closed but still somehow
Everyone’s dressed up like their somebody else
I feel like a tourist on a merry-go-round
With a tare in her jeans, a crack in the common ground
Drive by your house, don’t even slow down
Run through a red like a purebred greyhound
I got out, I don’t want to go back now
Sentimentalist
Sick with the feeling
Melancholic dip
Mouth full of chlorine i
Forget how to swim
memory reeling, I always skip the end
One summer we worked at the legion pouring light beer
For some old-time war heroes ‘til one day they disappear
Felt bad for Pauline, she was a dear
But each night she called and I said “he’s not here”
One day it was true, think she knew it was comin for years
We both got the boot from the boss on the same day
You were always running your mouth and I was running late
Back when there wasn’t a target to make
Back when we still had plans to break
You’d take a leap of face and fall on your face
Sentimentalist
Why fight a feeling you
know you’ll never win
Can’t keep a season from coming to an end
Blood orange peeling,
A snake shedding her skin
Like everyone I have ever been
I don’t want my mother to worry, but I wonder sometimes
Will I carry this feeling for my whole entire life?
Did you want to hurt me? Did you do it in spite?
Some broken bones won’t ever set right.
Some fevers won’t break no matter how high
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Emma Worley Toronto, Ontario
Emma Worley is a singer-songwriter from Toronto ON. Her debut record, Sentimentalist, came out June 9th 2022 on Victory Pool.
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