1. |
Small Ways to Move
03:40
|
|||
Wake up and roll out of bed.
Shake out the weight from my head.
Going from screen to screen;
they say to build routines.
This morning,
I'm creating faster than a
fire on a fibre
flares up,
flares out.
Every window's crowded,
and you ask me,
"What's this really
about?"
Well, for now,
I'll give my
hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain
something to do.
Some way to move.
Let them
create, make, awful, great,
anything to try to get through.
Small ways to move.
Dancing inside my room
until my life resumes.
Some days go slipping past.
Some moment seem to last a lifetime.
Some days I'm overcome,
just staring, going numb.
But this moment,
I'm creating faster than a
fire on a fibre
flares up,
flares out.
You've been feeling crowded,
so you ask me,
"What's this really about?"
Well, for now,
I'll give my
hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain
something to do.
Some way to move.
Let them
create, make, awful, great,
anything to try to get through.
Small ways to move.
Dancing inside my room
until my life resumes.
I've been feeling empty, yet full.
My heart pumps to extremes,
and they all go unchecked.
Something in my spirit starts to pull,
pull me to a way I can connect,
and give my
hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain
something to do.
Let them
create, make, awful, great,
anything to try to get through,
Small ways to move.
I'll give my
hands, legs, heart, mind, eyes, brain
something to do.
Some way to move.
Let them
create, make, awful, great,
anything to try to get through.
Small ways to move.
Dancing inside my room
until my life resumes.
Small ways to move.
|
||||
2. |
||||
One more morning,
one more hour
staring at the door.
One more week to
pass alone,
remembering there's more.
Sitting still, the
heart aches, wondering
what it's aching for.
Reaching out.
Reaching out.
There's no space for
anything but
work, and eat, and bed.
With grids of
quiet streets, and
empty buildings straight ahead.
Restless, raw,
and hungry to be
somewhere else instead.
Breathe and wait.
Breathe and wait.
Though your heart is breaking,
you'll get back what you've been
aching for:
A realer life.
A realer life.
Somewhere that feels less cold.
Freedom, and space.
The sun on your face.
Things you can touch, can hold,
can hold.
Do the things you can,
block out the thrum,
the pulse, the hum.
After all that's happening,
of course you're
feeling numb.
And if you sometimes
wonder if you
like who you've become,
there's a cost
to what you've lost.
But look how you're improving,
keep your spirits up and moving
to that realer life.
A realer life.
Standing again in a place
that's not so small.
No sadness to hide,
no ache left inside.
All of this time,
just a memory
you recall.
And after all...
Someone is suffering,
but someone is fighting to help them.
Someone is hurting.
Someone is waiting to give.
Trust in the people you know.
Trust they're helping. Although
sometimes it hurts,
you're going to grow.
into
a realer life.
Your realer life,
outside these cubes and chrome.
Somewhere you can thrive,
start feeling alive.
Finally you'll be home.
Finally you'll be
home.
|
||||
3. |
Faces on the Floor
02:18
|
|||
I'm desperate to be liked.
There. I said it.
I'm hungry to be seen.
Peh! Now let it
grow on the glass
from a distance, and
come back to take a pass
through the lens,
see the workings,
see what's lacking,
try again.
And I'm tired of moving slow.
TIred of nodding,
of always hearing "Pass,
thanks". Smiling, plodding
home just to stew
on a novel's worth of
notes on why my
art's not for you.
Maybe in a month
I'll totes be calmer.
I'm so scared of going wrong,
I'm clinging to my phone.
Got my foot inside my mouth,
can't spit it out
'til I'm alone.
There's a me I think is aces,
but I lost them in the
faces on the floor.
All the faces on the floor.
Faces on the floor.
And I'm tired of saying
"yes". "Yes", or coming
up with a lie for "No"
as my heart starts drumming
fast to the beat
of a million ways to please
and watch my mana meter drop.
Time to fill it up and seize
new choices.
I've been scared of going wrong,
I'm tethered to my phone.
Always just getting along until
I stumble and atone.
And I sent me to the races
with the wrong one of the
faces on the floor.
And now I'm face down on the floor.
Oh, you'll never know
how many words I've swallowed
just so you stay comfortable and fine.
Oh, you'll never know
how many white flags I have raised,
but then again,
that blame is mine.
I'm still stared of going wrong,
it chills me to the bone.
But if there's thoughts inside my mouth,
I'll spit 'em out because I'm grown.
There's a me who's pretty aces,
and that face's special place is
off the floor.
Here on my head.
I'm out the door,
let's go!
|
||||
4. |
The Water
02:48
|
|||
Let's go swim, love.
It's a beautiful dawn.
One last time, love,
before we are gone.
Take my hand
gently, and
let us run together to
the water.
The water's warm, love.
Let's not sit on the shore.
Let's jump in, love.
We can't stall anymore.
Troubles rise,
shut your eyes.
Time is racing past us through
the water.
Things will change, love.
That's just how it must be.
Times are hard, but
don't forget about me.
It's time to go,
but always know
that you can find me waiting by
the water.
The water.
|
||||
5. |
Cabin Fever
02:39
|
|||
Eyes itch,
scalp crawls,
lips bitch,
rage calls out.
Blood rise,
sweat drips,
smile dies,
scream slips out.
What do you want?
Tell me what do you want -
on second thought, nope.
I don't wanna know.
Toss and return,
think the house may be haunted,
whoops. Well,
flames gonna grow
Under my skin. Under my skin.
A fire within me.
Can't get it out. Get it out. Out.
Fever's rising.
Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm.
I'm all up in arms.
Put me out. Put me out. Out.
Fever's rising.
Put me to bed, and leave me crying
Put me to bed, and leave me lying.
Do what I said. I'm done with trying.
Put me to bed, and leave me lying.
Feet stomp.
Hands touch.
Teeth chomp.
Too much noise.
Quick shout.
Jump high.
Reach out.
Break my toys.
What've I done?
Tell me what've I done -
on second thought, nope.
I don't wanna deal.
Toss me the keys.
Well, this has been fun.
Goddamnit,
gotta reveal what's
Under my skin. Under my skin.
A fire within me.
Can't get it out. Get it out. Out.
Fever's rising.
Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm.
I'm all up in arms.
Put me out. Put me out. Out.
Fever's rising.
Put me to bed, and leave me crying
Put me to bed, and leave me lying.
Do what I said. I'm done with trying.
Put me to bed, and leave me lying.
Glass and metal,
caught in my own trap.
Gotta settle,
might just need a nap.
Under my skin. Under my skin.
A fire within me.
Can't get it out. Get it out. Out.
Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm.
I'm all up in arms.
Put me out. Put me out. Out.
Under my skin. Under my skin.
A fire within me.
Can't get it out. Get it out. Out.
Fever's rising.
Pull the alarm. Pull the alarm.
I'm all up in arms.
Put me out. Put me out. Out.
Fever's rising.
Put me to bed, and leave me crying
Put me to bed, and leave me lying.
Do what I said. I'm done with trying.
Put me to bed, and leave me lying.
The fever's rising.
|
||||
6. |
||||
Hey.
There's no rush.
There's no map.
You can't be lost
when you've got nothing left to lose.
Try to remember you can choose
to take stock,
take a breath.
Look around
at the view.
Never you mind the road behind.
Look up ahead, there's more to find.
Moments just like this can be enough,
if you let them.
Shadows can still help you find the light.
Maybe it's here.
Maybe you're fine.
Maybe not knowing where we are can still be good.
Maybe it's near,
or is it a sign?
Maybe your life is just unfolding as it should.
Maybe now.
Maybe now.
Hey. So you're scared,
and you're hurt, and you're tired,
but can you try to let me through?
I've been confused and lonely too.
Moments just like this could be enough,
if you trust them.
We could help each other see the light.
Maybe it's here.
Maybe we're fine.
Maybe not knowing where we are can still be good.
Maybe it's near,
and this is a sign.
Maybe your life is just unfolding as it should.
Maybe now.
Maybe now.
I'm just saying I see all the things that you are.
And in this moment, it's just you and me
just two of us, sitting on a car.
Maybe it's here.
Maybe I'm fine.
Maybe not knowing where I am can still be good.
Maybe it's clear,
and this is a sign.
Maybe our lives are just unfolding as they should.
Maybe now.
Maybe now.
Maybe.
|
||||
7. |
||||
Wake me,
stay with me.
Wake me up.
Wake me,
help me see.
Wake me up.
Help me
breathe in deep.
Help me grow.
Show me
how to keep
all we know.
Wake me,
stay with me.
Wake me up.
Wake me,
help me see.
Wake me up.
Hold me,
take my hand.
Skin on skin.
Help me
understand:
Where do I fit in?
Wake me,
stay with me.
Wake me up.
Wake me,
help me see.
Wake me up.
Wake me up.
|
||||
8. |
Tides
03:30
|
|||
Find the silver in the lining.
Find the stillness in the storm.
Find the cracks where light is shining.
Stay warm. Stay warm.
See the helpers standing duty.
There is goodness to be found.
Breathe a moment, and there's beauty
around, around.
In and out.
In and out.
Tides go
in and out.
There are moments when I'm grieving.
There are nights when I despair.
Then there's moments of receiving
such care, such care.
And I'm counting every blessing
to be able to be still.
And if today I'm not progressing,
well, I will. I will.
In and out.
In and out.
Tides go
in and out.
And days are long,
and times are strange.
But we are strong,
and we can change.
Yes, we can change.
In and out.
In and out.
Tides go
in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Tides go
in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Tides go
in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
In...
and out.
|
Kevin Wong Toronto, Ontario
Kevin Wong is a singer/songwriter in the Toronto area. His sound is reflective of an eclectic blend of pop, soul, jazz, and
rock influences.
Kevin’s next LP, tentatively entitled Songs from the Weekend, is digitally available now on BandCamp, iTunes, Amazon mp3, and more.
He is terrible at team sports. Just terrible.
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Kevin Wong, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp