1. |
Carvings
03:53
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Touch me with a blade, you know I feel
The carvings you engrave upon my heel
All ambitions speaking low conspire in me
As prophets from your dreams of apathy
I step, my feet go astray
You cut and I obey
Tucked like fingers in a fist, into your heart
I trade my breath for clever tricks and false starts
And all my parts are spun like the wool that scratches me raw
You're at the loom, your needle's my law
Touch me with a blade, you know I feel
The carvings you engrave upon my heel
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2. |
The Closed Door
04:55
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The closed door beckons, I hear it call
The pavement mocks my presence, and so I crawl away
And I mold my wax poetic, in awkward lines
I'm buffin' up my eloquence so no-one minds my fall
My painter's kit is in patterns; the pebbles own up that my
Love keeps spitting on its history only to find its home in there
And I'm treading lightly for with heavy paws
I went and cut off all my claws
For the cage
In you
And the colour's dull, I watched it fade as dusk slips from the sill
And I ask the road does it see a flame ahead, or is it still downhill
And I'm treading lightly for with heavy paws
I went and cut off all my claws
For the cage
In you
The closed door beckons, I hear it call
The pavement mocks my presence, and so I crawl away
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3. |
The Call
04:10
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A most gentle tender breeze fell upon me, held me in its arms
And I thought it my lover, I thought it my lover
A most gentle tender breeze fell upon me, drying my tears
And touching my hair and my brow with the softest care
And it called to me, it called to me
As my thoughts drew their want in white chalk on a blue sky
Tracing a jet stream like a lyric, a call
To the most gentle tender love of them all
Tasting salt and hearing words in the leaves,
I felt my conscience slowly drifting
And I let my fancy take me, I let my fancy take me over
Left my heart out on my sleeve gleaming like a pearl
With all its hardness slowly melting
As the fingers of the breeze formed a shell painted red and hidden well
And it called to me, it called to me
As my thoughts drew their want in white chalk on a blue sky
Tracing a jet stream like a lyric, a call
To the most gentle tender love of them all
And it called to me, it called to me
As my thoughts drew their want in white chalk on a blue sky
Tracing a jet stream like a lyric, a call
To the most gentle tender love of them all
Oh how it called to me, it called to me
As my thoughts drew their want in white chalk on a blue sky
Tracing a jet stream like a lyric, a call
To the most gentle tender love of them all
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4. |
Cheshire Cat Grin
04:16
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There's a Cheshire Cat grin
Cold but heartening, cold but heartening
In a foggy February sky
Where clouds were drifting
Teasing our whimsies
Inspiring mischief overhead
We're down to small time, down to small time
Small talk, small motions,
Small efforts at love
And somehow, that's alright
At least for now
And somehow that sits well
Under this moon
And that Cheshire Cat grin
He's laughing as a sage, laughing as a sage
Entertained and pleasantly bemused
Gazing on our scene,
Lovers in between
With pleasure glowing in our breast
We're down to small time, down to small time
Small talk, small motions,
Small efforts at love
And somehow, that's alright
At least for now
And somehow that sits well
Under this moon
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5. |
When You Say Goodbye
04:37
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It's when you say goodbye
I see it in your eyes
You regret the steps you've taken
Your arms are cold and locked behind your back
Your face is drawing lines
Your jaw is long with some kind of kindness
The stubborn boy is showing
As you look behind your actions
For a vice
And I'm easy to blame,
You know I've been reined in
Your clever hands your fireworks all a-dazzle spun me 'round
Swallowing my pride I kept the bomb beneath my ribs contained
When you came
And you know it in your bones
You don't want to keep me here
Your spine keeps its distance
Holds your lips high and out of reach
Except for when I make you laugh
I know your mind is full enough already
And all I do is fill it more
An unfit extra on the stage
You play along
But the lines have grown too dense for you to reach through
And hold me for what I'm worth
And I'm easy to blame
So silent, so tamed,
Oh but how you say goodbye
You're such a gentleman, it's awful
Hurt me with your angry words
Don't leave me
With thoughts wrapped in a cool smile
My words have gone from red to yellow
Your common man farewell's a riddle
But if I sorted through the glances
The fidgety nuances
Through my fingers I'd lose our night
And so I'll take away
What's unspoken in what you say
And how I'll wish I could have asked for more
As you show me to your door
And say goodbye
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6. |
Last Saturday
04:15
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Fell in love with a song last Saturday
'Cause I'm so easily entertained
And there was warmth in the whispers
That filtered through the trees
Now, who can tell me why
I let my fickle heart flutter
Made unsteady by sound
Well I sit here, I wonder
Just how my heart could feel so moved
By melodies from down the boulevard
What else could a girl do
But fall in love
What else could a romantic girl do
But fall in love
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7. |
The Writer
04:19
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He wrote me two songs
And let a promise linger
And as a muse
I confused intentions from the start
Denied for too long
That I could hear the undertones
Unraveling
Said I believed
In meant to be when words come from the heart
But his lover's lines were spent
And we only spoke as friends
As he left it up to me
To see where the love ends
So from the strung out din
I left his chords and canter
I called his bluff
It's not enough
He only played with heartstrings
And with the most of care
I gathered what remained
Of what I'd had in mind
Undid the lines
That we'd entwined
Around the one we crossed
As I pulled apart the seams
Saw the stitching in the dreams
Of a broken man
Who with my heart made his art
I wrote him two songs
And let the lyrics wander
For I believe
In meant to be
I have right from the start
With nothing left to hide
I wrote them down upon my sleeve
And there
I found my pride
And the truth:
It's he the muse
And I the writer
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8. |
Gently
05:21
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Be gentle with me, be gentle with me
I may seem cold
But I'm just playin' brave
Be gentle with me, be gentle with me
I may seem older
But my heart's just a babe
My heart's just a babe with you
Be careful with me, be careful with me
I've become fragile
And threadbare
Waiting for you
Be careful with me, be careful with me
I may seem tattered and worn
But I still keep you warm
I'll still keep you warm
Oh, I may seem cold
And I may seem older, no
But my heart's just a babe
When I'm with you,
I'm with you
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Shannon Scott Vancouver, British Columbia
Shannon Scott achieves in her songwriting a fine balance of sophistication and accessibility. She weaves melodies seamlessly though chordal textures that swing from gentle to complex, and her lyrics are poignant and relatable. Bridging the wide gap between jazz and folk, she delivers a refreshingly unique style of songwriting with finesse. ... more
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