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I could never sing like you did
I wouldn’t dare, even if I had the choice
It was tarnished, and faded, and muted
But it was always the golden voice
I sort of thought you were immortal
So preternaturally ancient and wise
Till the day that you stepped through that portal
To some kind of other side
And now I hope you run into the Sisters of Mercy again
Yes and I hope that they sweeten the dark of your unending night
I know you’ll have greeted the darkness just like an old friend
Oh but I hope there’s a big enough crack to let in some light
You’d been to the past and the future
You knew how the cycle repeats
And this chaos, deception and murder
Well it wasn’t something you needed to see
But now I hope you run into the Sisters of Mercy again
Yes and I hope that they sweeten the dark of your unending night
I know you’ll have greeted the darkness just like an old friend
Oh but I hope there’s a big enough crack to let in some light
Yes now I hope you run into the Sisters of Mercy again
Oh and I hope that they sweeten the dark of your unending night
Now I never did catch you to tell you that you were my man
But your fingerprints are on every song that I write
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Take Care of Yourself
01:48
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Take care of yourself
Let’s rewind to the mid twenty-ohs
See the kid with the runny nose
Yeah, the big funny nose
Shuffling around in his thrift store clothes
Snuffling and sneezing with yet another cold
That’s me, and mostly he’s doing okay
Smart boy, he’ll make something of himself someday
But if I could write a letter, try to make his life better,
Well I know just what I’d say:
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
Take care of yourself
Dear Micah, want to know why your colds last two weeks each?
Cause you still come to school when you’re too weak to speak
Drag yourself from desk to desk, your respiratory mess infesting the rest
Of the class, who would love to be home in bed
But their asses are stuck in homeroom instead
While you’ve got an excuse cause you look half dead
With your leaking nostrils, your swollen head
But here you are, never miss a day of school
And it’s weird, bizarre, you look like a fool
Yeah, a few years later you’ll get a special piece of paper
But no one thinks “Perfect Attendance” is cool
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
Take care of yourself
Take a look in the attendance book, you’ve got a spotless record
But your history of salubrity, well, that’s a lot more checkered
So if you feel like shit, stay home from school
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
If you feel like shit, stay home from school
Take care of yourself
Take care of yourself
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Sisters
02:39
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I could never sing like you did
I wouldn’t dare, even had I the choice
It was tarnished, and faded, and muted
But it was always the golden voice
I sort of thought you were immortal
So preternaturally ancient and wise
Till the day that you stepped through that portal
To some sort of other side
And now I hope you run into the Sisters of Mercy again
And I hope that they sweeten the dark of your unending night
I know you’ll have greeted the darkness just like an old friend
Oh but I hope there’s a big enough crack to let in some light
You’d been to the past and the future
You knew how the cycle repeats
And this chaos, deception and murder
Wasn’t something you needed to see
But now I hope you run into the Sisters of Mercy again
And I hope that they sweeten the dark of your unending night
I know you’ll have greeted the darkness just like an old friend
Oh but I hope there’s a big enough crack to let in some light
Yes now I hope you run into the Sisters of Mercy again
And I hope that they sweeten the dark of your unending night
I never did catch you to tell you that you were my man
But your fingerprints are on every song that I write
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Laudate Dominum
Qui solem lunamque creavit.
I know the sun will shine till the day I die
And a few billion years more
And I'll be fine till the day I die
With the sunlight keeping me warm
And I can measure the days as they pass me by
And on days when I can't seem to stop myself whining
I look up to the sun and I see it's still shining
And if somehow the sun
Were to suddenly dim
I would survive through faith in the one
Who created the sun
And I know the moon will turn, turn, turn about the earth
For at least a few billion years more
I know that it will pull, pull, pull against the ocean
And peel it away from the shore
And I can mark the months as they pass me by
And on nights when it seems that the whole world is burning
I look up to the moon and I see it's still turning
And if somehow the moon
Were to stop in its tracks
I would survive through faith in the one
Who created the moon
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