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The Name
03:14
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I’ve been sitting on a highway
Watching cars go by
Thinking living in the fast lane
Could’ve kept me from hitting rewind
Oh these hands of mine
How they tell the time
All the lonesome times I slipped away
As I’ve moved around
I said I liked the sound
But I just can’t get myself to say the name
A lot of things can feel like summer
Blue skies or warm rain
It’s so easy to hold on
To what you know is gonna change
Oh these hands of mine
How they tell the time
All the lonesome times I slipped away
As I’ve moved around
I said I liked the sound
But I just can’t get myself to say the name
When were you out of the blue?
And how did you stay?
‘Cause I’ve been strong
But this moving on
Has guided me astray
And it’s taking me far away
Oh these hands of mine
How they tell the time
All the lonesome times I slipped away
As I’ve moved around
I said I liked the sound
But I just can’t get myself to say the name
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2. |
Choosing to Stay
03:25
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It feels a little bit heavy, like I’m told it should
I was a little unready; didn’t know if I could
With everything and nothing holding me here
Now I’m making plans for the rest of the year
And everyone is saying
It’s not a choice that I need to make
It’s just a voice pointing out everything that’s at stake
No one I know is gonna point the way
But I know staying put is still choosing to stay
He talks a little bit to me, like I wished he would
He sees a little bit through me, where the walls once stood
With everything and nothing pouring out my lips
Now that it's not broken, I can look for the fix
While everyone is saying
It’s not a choice that I need to make
It’s just a voice pointing out everything that’s at stake
No one I know is gonna point the way
But I know staying put is still choosing to stay
I’ve learned to ignore the weight
Not all who hurt have to numb the pain
I can bear it pushing down on me
It’s only a little bit heavy
It’s not a choice that I need to make
It’s just a voice pointing out everything that’s at stake
No one I know is gonna point the way
But I know staying put is still choosing to stay
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3. |
She
04:18
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She takes her time
She lives loud and unwise
She’s stalling while calling out for more
She doesn’t know what for
She’s on the edge of the night
She’s only blinded by the light
Nothing unspoken
Endless outward hoping
Keeping me tied to her
She can’t compromise
She acts of her own design
She’s wanting and haunting every space
She can’t keep a straight face
She’s on the edge of the night
She’s only blinded by the light
Nothing unspoken
Endless outward hoping
Keeping me tied to her
Her voice inside my ears
Her freedom in the years
Her laugh echoes my tears
Her fun is to be had
Her future takes that path
Her time, it won’t come back
She’s on the edge of the night
She’s only blinded by the light
She’s on the edge of the night
She’s only blinded by the light
Nothing unspoken
Endless outward hoping
Keeping me tied to her
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4. |
Honesty
02:48
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I heard from some celebrity
Talking about therapy
How it don’t come easily
Holding back her honesty
I know I wear it on my face
Feelings I cannot erase
Thoughts without a hiding place
Your lips they know the bitter taste
And now I can see
Why some people, they choose not to speak
Remember in the darker days
My mind would try to suffocate,
Bare its teeth, and scare away,
Putting nothing on display
I know I wore that muscle out
Biting tongue and closing mouth
And now the language won’t allow
Keeping it all in the house
And so you can see
Why your reticence is so hard for me
The windows of the world look down
On what we shouldn’t speak about
Ties they say can’t be unwound
How the past relates to now
Still the filter’s coming off
My words will have to pay the cost
This open door will stay unlocked
Fighting all that I was taught
And then they will see
Why my breath runs away with me
All that I can do to keep
From overstating everything
Is hope that you’re not following
Listening when I sing
For every liberty I take
I promise you my mind will pay
A piece of my own heart will break
With every smile I can’t fake
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5. |
Bad
02:55
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You asked “who’s Lindsay Lohan?”
‘Cause you heard her name in a song
And you’ve never seen ‘Friends’
Don’t they have tv where you’re from?
And you’re a feminist
But you can’t talk about it
So you’re studying the facts
But just because I haven’t had better, don’t mean this isn’t bad
You say vulgar things in your sleep
While my mind keeps me up
And you’re having more fun in your dreams
So I won’t interrupt
And you’re experienced
And I’m new at this
And I don’t mean to brag,
But just because I haven’t had better, don’t mean this isn’t bad
It’s not a river, just ‘cause it flows
It’s not a balancing act if you’re falling off the tightrope
It’s not a movie, if there’s only one scene
Call it “creative,” but this is not what that means.
A Christmas text message
A family I don't have to meet
A book about men on motorbikes
That I didn't have to read
You're unreachable
But I'm teachable
And I'm learning fast,
That just because I haven't had better, don't mean this isn't bad
Just because I haven’t had better…
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Claire Hawkins New York, New York
Claire Hawkins has brought her unique Americana sound across the globe.
Her latest EP ‘The Name’ mixes the
traveling singer/songwriter’s folk-rock influences with her modern pop sensibilities. Written across Berlin, Dublin, and New York City, the songs’ themes are as eclectic as the cities that inspired them.
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