1. |
(Will I Be) Breathless
04:12
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Who wears a dark hood in
Parades and crowds I see
Outlines of their eyes
Who wears a dark hood in
Parades and crowds I see
Effigies and icons
For a fee
Who sinks me in
Into the haze that crawls
Looking back down
I see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Constellations unknown
Forbidden astrologies
I know time crafts your warmth
Carved out the silver that
You dusted over my life
Wine-stained lips and a smoke
I'm much too frail
Who drags me in
As the hired gun calls
Look me up and down
You'll see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
In the morning
I watched you get up
Pour your coffee into my tiny heart
I'm the daybird
That sings and tells
And I won't be back soon, I won't
So look me up and down
You'll see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Almost
Almost there, dearest
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
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2. |
18' 48"
04:08
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There will be a moment in my garden
I will kneel to tend with care
There will be a moment where I will know
One from the other
And I will tread the ground thinking
Maybe this time, maybe this time
I belong above
Girl of 18 48
You will own your body again
You weren't born bearing no curse
Keep on singing, singing that desire
To sit and weep for the last time
Yield to the winds of deserts chimes
This is the moment where I do know
The name of home, undefined
For now I think maybe this time
Maybe this time I shall hear the doves
Girl of 18 48
You will own your body again
You weren't born bearing no curse
Keep on singing, singing that desire
Daydreams in white lilac
Throne of lavender
Barreling forward
Days in slow motion
Girl of 18 48
You will own your body again
You weren't born bearing no curse
Keep on singing, singing that desire
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3. |
Calico
04:30
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I haven't seen you around lately
I forget until I feel your presence
Lurking, haunting, what's in a stream
All the visions I feel in my skin
I'm here and I'm there again
I'm home for sure nowhere
Wear that same old calico
And dance in the sweetest afterglow
Walk out his cage on my tiptoes
Where did the lovers unloved go
I'm playing lunar jaywalking
Daydreaming of flowers up there
I know this will be my undoing
Hail the Aries moon in me
I walked willingly to the church of the doe-eyed
I saw oblivion baptized in chemical
I will wear the same old calico
And dance in the sweetest afterglow
Walk out his cage on my tiptoes
Where did the lovers unloved go
I could pick you out of a crowd
With my eyes closed
I would know when I saw enough
With my eyes closed
I am free and I am insane
I am manic and I'm profane
I'm here again (with my eyes closed)
Walking through walls
I'm here (with my eyes closed)
Again
I will wear the same old calico
And dance in the sweetest afterglow
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4. |
Chasing Moonlight
04:50
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I've been chasing moonlight
Most of my days
Wear but a jacket
Of shearling braids
But the night is young
And the moon is old
She watches me
With a gaze so cold
Now I know what I've done
And I did it for love
Yeah I did it for love
Drive down the canyon
Bury me at sea
Hold down the brake, please
Hold it down for me
Cause the night is young
And the moon is old
She watches me
Trying hard to be bold
And she knows what I've done
But I did it for love
Dispatch from the bluejays
Each night is the first
They call at my window
Each day a new birth
But the night is yours
No, it never was mine
I know what I've done
And I did it for love
Yeah I did it for love
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5. |
Quiet Tornado
04:33
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Quiet tornado
Quiet tornado
I'm inside you
I'm dancing with seagulls
Giving them names just like I used to do
Here's Matilda, sweet Matilda
She's nice to me, Matilda
Oh quiet tornado
I'm inside you
Let's dance together
But not too fast
Let's love together
But not too hard
In my hands for now I will hold
The seafoam touch of winters past
Oh quiet tornado
Don't move too fast
I beg you
I beg you, I beg you
I beg you
And if the clouds never disappear
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
And if the rain forever falls
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
Oh quiet tornado
Let's keep it slow
Quiet tornado, let's keep it slow
Quiet tornado, let's keep it slow
Quiet tornado, quiet tornado
Let's keep it slow
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Gabi's Cali Co. Caen, France
Gabi’s Cali Co is a modern iteration of a 1970’s singer-songwriter of caustic, dreamlike imagery dabbling in off-center explorations of indie folk-rock, firmly anchored in her French roots with unmistakeably southern Californian accents.
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