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Jazzcat
04:04
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Furniture
07:35
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feeling like furniture
a half-spent candle in my stupid hand
money’s gone; I did it wrong
my brain’s at low tide and I can barely stand
but I’ll be fine
forgetting wine
and I’ll feel better
as soon as I get home
raise a glass to homing trash
what tails me lately like any other dog
the living drip from fingertips
kills this music but cuts a little fog
oh I’ll make do
with thoughts of you
nights I’ve polished
from diamond into coal
I saw with mighty eyeballs
I felt with mighty hands
my senses were to bloodhounds’
what bloodhounds’ are to man’s
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North
03:42
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Well it’s been ages I felt so small and simple
but yesterday yesterday
to flee the cops who try to chase us out of rivers
we just float away float away
from an island in the middle of the stream
see their jurisdiction’s limits and extremes
an hour north of everything are all the things I couldn’t find
at home
I swear they put it there they must have seen me coming
up the road
oh it kills me that I’ll always have to leave
money fills me with a faith I won’t believe
you say I can’t be happy every single day
all this travelling hurts my learning how to stay
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Loamy
04:34
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Underground
04:09
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coming to an overpass
the world is sick with wind and glass
with treble-sounding birds and trash still I wish she were my buddy
woke up on a stranger’s couch
with something missing from my mouth
she feeds me then she sends me out
this is hardly easy living
I might as well be underground
I might as well be hiding
without windows I have found
I’m barely law-abiding
a tiny dawn on every car goes by
the repetition dulls my little eye
this is where the dawn has come to die
but at least there is some light here
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6. |
Teeth
03:19
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I gave myself a hundred or so days
to get my life together
I told my friends I would be ok
just coast and make some money
if it’s a convenient odyssey I’ll go
cause it’s the easiest honesty I know
to lay my hands on you
I sometimes run my fat restless tongue
across the backs of my teeth
it seems my small white tectonic wall
is forming cracks quite quickly
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7. |
Bad Year
04:14
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rolling off the back of a bad year
trying to kick what habits I’d learned from beer
you were swimming underneath me, chlorine clear
It’s a shame we’ve got no reason to stay around here
aw but why let
something simple
get slurred into love
I don't know you
you don't know me
this kind of kindness is enough
thank god your car broke down
spend another night in this dry drunk town
I think I know you well enough by now
and a little birdie told me you might somehow
I should learn to let things rest
had I woken only once with your hand across my chest
and a darkness in my mind that stayed on waking
when I couldn't help my fingers from shaking
this could have stayed a dream
the rest could have been avoided
instead it's a god shaped smear on the mirror of my
lonesome drive to Norman
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8. |
Moon Silt
03:25
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Eamon Fogarty Brooklyn, New York
Eamon Fogarty is a singer, composer, and multi-instrumentalist who lives in New York.
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