1. |
Only Water
06:22
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Only water can escape from the sun
When the moon falls
Only we can fail
Fail on our father's gun
Only we can walk the words from our tongue
Speaking and standing alone
Only water can escape from the sun
When the moon falls
Only water can save itself
From the looming toll
Ruthlessly dragging us down
Ruthlessly dragging us close to the earth
I turned to look but you weren’t there
As the midnight lamps burned
This breeze is burning our eyes
We were told not to stare at the sun
Only you can take my hand
Down through the wounded soil
Only water can escape from the sun
When the moon falls
Ruthlessly dragging us down
Ruthlessly dragging us close the earth
Ruthlessly dragging me down
Ruthlessly dragging me closer to you
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2. |
The Nest
03:08
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I was told to live
A simple lie
Not knowing if
We’re living on borrowed time
To draw blood from a stone
And drag the word
Not knowing if
They fall in in line
You were told to live
With unopened arms
Had the nest become
A ghostly deserted place
Had the stork gone out
And forgave the pain
Not knowing yourself
Not knowing your place
We were told to live
We were told to live
To wonder why
The moon punctuates the earth
So I read the book
But It didn’t fit
I found god too intrusive
And quick to turn on the rain
You were meant to live
Today
You were meant to live
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3. |
Fallow (I-III)
05:42
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When all is said and done
Did we do enough
To keep the looming light on
The doves will soar
They dance across
As if they know something we don’t
I saw the pain you felt
You asked aloud
Will we lay our cards on the table
The trains above
Blur across
As if pained by our motion
I saw you pass upon the stairs
Illuminated glow
Where did the time go
Through the crack in our door
The stillness I sowed
Weaves its hold
The days pass faster each time
In stillness I loathe
Like a flame blown
Casting it’s light for a moment
Some days I wake
The sun hangs high
I lie in the spell you carry with you
There’s people around
Smiling abound
I don’t know how I came to meet them
And doves still soar
They arc above
As if late for something we’ve done
I thought I saw you standing there
With a fading glow
Don’t let the fight go
To the still that I sow
The still that I sow
The still that I hold onto
I wove, I rode, I know
The still that I sow
The still that I hold onto
For you
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4. |
Threads
03:10
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When summer comes
To stain all the glass
Alter in gold
Laughter and mirth
How could I go
Hay barn on fire
Sleeping through
Pull the thread of a cobweb
An hour each day
Every time I looked
You were looking away
You be the present
I’ll live in the past
Pouring out old photos
Of you stood by the bay
Where did it go
Where did it go
I’ll put the memory
In this leaving song
I sing to remember
The evening astray
But you should hear something better
To end your day
End your day
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5. |
Last Night In Exile
03:49
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Last night in exile
Drawing to a close
Running through the snow
Crashing to the earth
Treading on broken glass
Stepping on hot coals
Feet turn an ashen black
Fighting distorted you
The colour of the room fades
The colour drained from you
Painted cities loom in view
So far from you
Where we’re from the birds
Sing a simple song
We bathed in the murmured light of the setting sun
From the window
You saw what the ocean wore
A heavy mist that led to the shore
Forget it once, forget it in spite
Forget how it stole the night and undid it all
And how it stopped
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6. |
Fifteen
03:51
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Through dark passages and deathly holes
Out came a timid mouse
It got torn in a jaw by the whitest blades
In my arms, I carried it slow
From the ground it turned and looked at me
As if to say, ‘please don’t go’
But I turned and off I walked
To the safety of my home
I still wonder if it screamed
‘I’m down here in the cold’
Down here in the cold
I’m down here in the cold
Down here in the cold
When I was 15 I pushed my dad to the floor
Only I know how much I think of it still
He’d provided the same food and warmth
That the mouse sought all along
Now it’s me that lays here in the cold
With my ghosts 5000 days old
Now I lay in the cold
Here In the cold
Here I lay in the cold
Here In the cold
It’s hard to live with this pain that we know
It’d be easy to crawl into bed
And be bones
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7. |
New Pardoner
06:15
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If they came at dawn
I’d be half of what they need
It’s unfortunate to note
I’m in need of a new pardoner
I steal amongst the house
Startled by things in the room
Don’t let me sleep for too long
I hear he’s some place near
To take my gold and run
Watch me buy my way out
Little do they know how it feels
To need a new pardoner
If love was the answer i’d heal
I’d beat on the door till it’s near
Enough to hold
To know
To hold
To know
But It’s hard to see through the noise
I walk with my head low
With precambrian ease i’d be
Amongst the slain and the breeze
But don’t get me wrong i will hold
Watch me fight my way out
Little do i know how to feel
I’ll hold on as long as i can
I’ll hold on as long as i can
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