1. |
No Good Gambler
05:20
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Been waiting on a promise
Feels more and more like a bet
They say there’s light at the end
Of this tunnel yet
But my nails are getting shorter
And my stomach’s getting small
I feel tired all the time
And now my hair’s falling out
“Go get dressed
And get yourself outside
Eat a proper meal
And get some exercise”
Well that all sounds great
But it’s easier said than done
That’s an awful lot of steps
And i’m stuck at the first one
I swear if you let me
I could sleep all day
But I guess I gotta eat some time
And there’s bills to pay
So I slap on a smile
And I serve the masses coffee
Wondering, if I walked out
Would anyone even stop me
Been called heartbreaker
A time or two
Truth is i’m just lonely
With no idea what to do
So I reach out for the warmth
Of a body next to mine
And as soon as I feel something
Then I go back inside
I wouldn’t go as far as saying
That I want what I can’t have
But I would say I am fickle
Yeah, i’d go as far as that
The sun is bright
And too hot on my skin
Ya see, I burn like paper
And I smoke like sin
And I drink like a fish
Who’s been stuck up on shore
It makes me feel like shit
But I always go back for more
I’m sure you said you love me
But I barely heard the words
I was thinking about flying
With the pollen and the birds
See, every day’s a gamble
And my luck is running dry
And my voice is starting to break
From this ‘ol battle cry
I played my cards as best
As any honest player could
I never was no good at bluffing
No I never was no good
No I never was no good
No I never was no good
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2. |
Cicadas and Gulls
03:13
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Cicadas and gulls
They scrape on the hull
The land and the sea
They're distant from me
I'm in the sky, sky, sky
I'm in the sky
Thoughts are like pearls
And flags are unfurled
When we're in the dark
I'll ride you like the ark
Because you're mine, mine, mine
Because you're mine
Maps can be poems
When you're on your own
And distance is braille
And all that entails
I'm in the sky, sky, sky
I'm in the sky
I'm in the sky
Empty as a page
As high as a stage
As full as a room
When we're in the spoon
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3. |
Is This It
05:29
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Sitting here, sitting here with my treasure
Sitting here, with my empty bed
Waiting here for something to clear my head
And if you know what’s good for you
If you know where to draw the line
Then you don’t need me tonight
Sometimes I, I can hear the moon
And sometimes she, she can hear me
And sometimes I can hear your heartbeat
But when I go to speak I don’t
Yeah when I go to speak I choke
Well who are you to size me up
When I’m lower than the ground
Yeah when I’m thrown out to
The hounds
Is this it
Is this it
I hope you’re ok
I think I might be
But it gets hard to tell
Because I still don’t eat
I still don’t really sleep
Can I be ok
Like this
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4. |
Lay Low
04:42
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Well i probably should be
Drug out to sea
Where I can't hurt no one
And no one can hurt me
At least I'd be free
And probably I'd see
What caused me to be
So detached completely
Jumping a rope
Through a thick cloud of smoke
Fumbling through all
Of the letters and the notes
The ones that you wrote
Did they keep me afloat
Or just wrap 'round my throat
l Like a noose on a rope
Probably both
So lay low baby
I won't be back anytime soon
If it gets too lonely
I will follow you 'round in this tune
I don't know what to do
What I'd do if I knew
But we go through our day
And get by and get through
But my heart is with you
You probably knew
Your love is like glue
So lay low baby
I won't be back anytime soon
If it gets too lonely
I will follow you 'round in this tune
Oooooo ......... Oooooo
So lay low baby
Just for a little while more
If you can't keep waiting
I will find my way back to your door
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Elder Sister Plum Victoria, British Columbia
Elder Sister Plum is a nonbinary folk musician who draws from their experiences with mental illness, the power of the natural world, and the complexities of human relationships and dynamics, to create poignant and captivating songs.
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