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Intro
02:12
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I have seen you and I, as we drive straight through to the end of the world, the headlights burned brightly passing through the same landmarks, the same landmarks that used to miss us, the cities over lapped the sky with beautiful portraits of undying feelings of the words that shined through old friendships, who are we to judge the tired dreams of pilots with tears in their eyes, saying we are going down.
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Memoirs
03:07
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memories still haunt my dreams, and every time I think about the way it used to be I hear the sound of gentle music that plays inside my head, no memory has lost its meaning. Your living a lie, trapped inside. Your words have two meanings like an angel in the snow. Dismal thoughts and emotions, in my adolescence nothing ever fades away. Your words still haunt my dreams. Those words still haunt my dreams.
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Having Lost...
02:51
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how could I forget, the past is killing me. The same old thing over again, how could I forget, the past is killing me, the same old thing that I could never forget, how could I forget the same old thing. How could I regret the times we can never get back, how can I forget the times that we will never get back. How can I (take your time) forget the past how can I forget the past.
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Drowning Alone
04:10
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I know I fucked up. Something that can’t be. It was not your fault how could we have known. A photograph is all I have of a distant memory. We have no one to blame. I know I fucked up, and just for a second I thought everything was alright. A photograph is all I had, every now, and then the feeling still lingers. Now there’s nothing to say. Enjoy yourself. I’ll be the same. Enjoy yourself. A photograph is all I have every now and then. Enjoy yourself.
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the curtain closed with a final goodbye, like radiant waves crashing on the beach. Unfinished thoughts filled the air. It was the same thing.
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Dialogue
05:22
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what am i to say
the past will always be forever
18 years steady & clean
what am i suposed to say
the conversations always the same
knowing what i know, knowing what i now know
nothing will ever change
the conversations always the same
what am i to say, how am i to say that im proud
im proud of you
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Interlude
00:41
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March 17, 2007
03:48
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memories held close to me I wouldn’t give them up. Of all these times we shared together none of them held up to now. The trees changed seasons on the long ride home. The seats were always empty, but now I’m home. Now I’m home.
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Thoughts-Conversations
03:46
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Bittersweet News
02:16
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Realizations
01:58
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Sentences! Your sentences were all lies. There on the ceiling with all of the saints. Condemn everything right; separate the truth taking it back with all of the saints. You’re the same taking it back. blank stares with all of the saints. Does it make sense, ask yourself was it right
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Coming Along
03:32
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take it back! These times you can never get back. They don’t wait around. You’ll never run again. Missing…missing all the time….
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Gillian Carter Orlando, Florida
Gillian Carter started 12/15/05.
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