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Sand Dunes
02:55
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It takes just minutes
To bulldoze right through
What took years in the making
We mourned when they stripped
The maples from the hillside
We drive thoughtlessly on it now
A sand dune brushed aside
A smoke plume, a landslide
I don’t know where
To go from here
Will I get to see your
Hair grey and your smile lines
Crease like heavy linen
When the tempest is no metaphor
And the papers are left unsigned
As if the words have lost their meaning
A sand dune brushed aside
A smoke plume, a landslide
I don’t know where
else you’d rather
Go to from here
Help the skies clear.
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Swimming
03:36
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Drinking thick port from cheap glasses
Wanting so much, calling it coping
Jaded for the first time and finally
Feeling the weight of what that means
Craving sweetness like a fruit fly
Wishing I could swim in it
Wishing I could swim in it
Saying I’m sad sounds too simple
A candid statement that takes up room
Swallow my words so they disappear like
Skipping stones across the ocean on a cold day
Wishing I could swim in it
Wishing I could swim in it
This is my body, solid and warm
Distill me down to currents and salt
Floating on hopes that are buoyed by uncertainty
That could flood me, but I will keep my head up
Knowing I could swim in it
Knowing I could swim in it
Drinking thick port from cheap glasses
Wanting so much, calling it coping.
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Tulips
03:13
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Once the weather warms we can lie under the stars
Witness distant moments that passed years ago
Time goes by so strangely now,
January melted into May
Even though each morning I would
Step out to watch the tulips grow
I can’t find the words for comfort, do you know what to say?
I’ll still give all I can, what more are we to do?
Time goes by so strangely now,
January melted into May
Even though each morning I would
Step out to watch the tulips grow
Trouble won’t change the seasons,
The leaves will still unfurl
Trouble won’t change the seasons,
The leaves will still unfurl
Trouble won’t change the seasons,
The leaves will still unfurl.
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Freshet
03:45
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Sometimes I feel like the freshet, suddenly thawed, roaring forward
Sometimes I feel like a stone, letting it all wash over me
In the summer, later, you can see the scars on the trees
A bleached line where the water lapped over the rocks
All it takes is a dry month for a roaring body of water
To evaporate bit by bit
Rocks jutting through, unaware of how unpassable it is
River bed, dry ground, unaware of how unpassable it is
Sometimes I feel like the freshet, suddenly thawed, roaring forward
Sometimes I feel like a stone, letting it all wash over me
Sometimes I feel like the freshet, suddenly thawed, roaring forward
Sometimes I feel like a stone, letting it all wash over me.
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Soft Voice
04:05
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There’s a natural line, and we’re growing up against it
Are we root bound? A small pear tree planted in the shade?
I invited you here, I said this was a chance
You held on the rope and you trusted my stance
Let me steal a word for you
Let me steal a word for you
Let me steal a word for you
Let a soft voice cut through
A dandelion blooms through a crack in the pavement
Just like you did too, though you won’t admit it
A trail that’s been broken will circle back still
A plan that’s like a stream will flow as it will
Let me steal a word for you
Let me steal a word for you
Let me steal a word for you
Let a soft voice cut through.
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Still Life
02:04
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I am an empty bowl, a space to contain, to fill
A dip of absence
Sit me in a beam of sunlight
Waxy lemons and table grapes
To paint a picture of a still life
Are we frozen in time, or in the depths of winter?
A clear expression that speaks volumes
A table, a spoon, a zest for what came before
Fill me, fill me, liquid tension
Holding so I don’t spill, hold me so I don’t spill
Are we frozen in time, or in the depths of winter?
A clear expression that speaks volumes
Are we frozen in time, or in the depths of winter?
A clear expression that speaks volumes.
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Carbon
03:00
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Catch my eye and hold it like a mirror reflecting
Details build the whole of what you are
I am not an image, I’m carbon breathing
I won’t gloss over just to seem -
I won’t gloss over
It’s just like blinking at the sun and trying to hold a straight face
It’s just like blinking at the sun and trying to hold a straight face
Crack a rib on the kitchen floor laughing
Sob with joy and run for the thrill of it
I need a recap of what it means to be present
When a snapshot was just a sliver in time
It’s just like blinking at the sun and trying to hold a straight face
It’s just like blinking at the sun and trying to hold a straight face
I’m getting wrapped up in what this should look it
I’m getting wrapped up in what I should say
Do I have enough to share to make me, enough to share to make me
Enough to share to make me
It’s just like blinking at the sun and trying to hold a straight face
It’s just like blinking at the sun and trying to hold a straight face.
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Pine Boughs
03:38
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I found the letter we wrote to a stranger in the back of my desk,
I never sent it, I was too young, too caught up in different things
You never had patience, you would write me off, you would make me wait
Things had to work on your own time if they were to work at all
We used to joke about building houses on the same street
But you had closed the door, only to open when nostalgia won’t leave
You can’t seem to let it go like you do to so many other things
But I still miss you, or the idea of who you were back then
When we would dance until we were sick
When we would paint our faces
Don’t get me wrong, I miss the spirit
But I didn’t jump on the pine boughs.
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Candle
03:15
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Words are sometimes like thunder
Counting seconds from the flash, echos travel so far
I have the best of intentions,
I care more than I should
Boundaries melt and fold on my own accord
I’ve been burning candles
While my wick whittles down
To an orange glow
When I truly need them,
Words become silver lead that slip
Between understanding and intent
I’m impulsive and I’m shy,
I watch thoughts glide out like reruns on late night TV
I’ve been burning candles
While my wick whittles down
To an orange glow
To shine on uneven ground,
I’ll burn
A warm steady glow.
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pallmer New Brunswick
Pallmer is a string duo born from late evening improvisation sessions during a particularly snowy winter in Fredericton, NB.
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