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I'm Not Fighting It
04:33
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It’s a lot to begin with a lonely thread
I might add, where’re you going with this?
So I follow it out of my sensible head
You know I don’t want to be the owner of it
I like to think that I’m open to anything
But I might need a little more convincing
I let my Dreamself carry me on its back
I’m happy here
I’m not fighting it
I’m not fighting it so
You can think it over
Take away whatever you want
Another minute in the hour of the day I’m in
All at once familiar and unsettling
I couldn’t carry back all that I had to bring
While I waited by the road I was singing something
Couldn’t put my finger on what it was
Some old record beaming in from the past
I decided to take the rest of the afternoon off
Wait right here for my call
I’m not fighting it
I’m not fighting it so
You can think it over
Shrug your shoulders oh
You don’t have to love it
It won’t bother me
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2. |
If I Imagined
03:22
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If I Imagined that never happened
What would I put there instead of the dead air?
Cut it out of a magazine
From a page in a book I read
Pull it out of a movie scene
Overheard in a conversation from a couple behind me
There was a level of give and take
I was fascinated, guilty for the taking of
If I pretended there was a different ending
Maybe I moved to a place where the days grew
Dark as than any night you know
Where they keep all their lights on
Covered up to the roof with snow
I'd be talking that language
Would I make it up in my dreams?
Where I keep all my baggage
There it goes again, watch it on the carousel
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3. |
Back in the Theatrette
03:09
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Backwards and forwards ever
Always in transit, never now
Show me a single moment
Holding my breath
I’m over everything
It's only phase
Making a grab for attention
I give a wave to crazy
I’ll feel better in a day
Back in the theatrette
Movie dust beams between our heads
I didn’t follow the story
Couldn’t help thinking about
What was coming next
And how’re they going to fake it
Or know what to feel
It’s our very existence
That they’re stealing
It's only phase
Making a grab for attention
I give a wave to crazy
I’ll feel better in a day
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4. |
My Garden
04:50
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Call it all, call it all away
And then be done
Without a word
Save a little, save a little face
Well you had fun
Didn't you?
Give yourself, give yourself
a round of applause, here's the door
Hats are off, now they're off and lying
where they were
Once before
I could never own my garden
I decided not to fight
If my heart begins to wander
Shine a torchlight in my eyes
Open up the roof for me
Hope is just a kind of grief
Maybe I should settle down
Fall into the queue
I've been known to get a bit defensive
If I'm up against the wall
But strike it off, strike it off the record
Because it's not really what I think
If it's all, all a little game
To you I'm lost, I'm lost
I could never own my garden
I decided not to fight
If my heart begins to wander
Shine a torchlight in my eyes
Open up the roof for me
Hope is just a kind of grief
Maybe I should settle down
Fall into the queue
The queue, the queue
The queue, the queue
Could be good, could be good
Could be good, could be good
I could never own my garden
I decided not to want it
I could never own my garden
I decided not to want it
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5. |
Castle
03:38
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Step away from your castle
Its walls are cardboard anyway
Lay down your paper sword
Skull and cross, they look bored
I hold your face
You can weave your story
Better than I know myself, I am to blame
I hold tight to the myth
I need the magic in my life too
It's all very well to expect the strings to swell
When you’re feeling the distance you have made
Ringing that bell, it’s an emergency, come on and help me
But you’re more than an arm’s length away
Come down from your treehouse
Before the evening disappears us
Put away fairy tales, there is no witch
There is no other world
It's all very well to expect the strings to swell
When you’re feeling the distance you have made
Ringing that bell, it’s an emergency, come on and help me
But you’re more than an arm’s length away
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6. |
Attic
05:05
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I’m in the attic chalking up days
I’m in the traffic choking on haze
I’m at the gate now walking on the footpath
Alongside a drain
I see the green man underneath the cloud
I have a feeling I’ve been thinking out loud
Body of water drink me up
I’m inside again
And we thread these things
Together again
Together again
Together like they were meant for each other
I’m on the ceiling pressing that tin
I see the pattern curling out from within
I’m at the threshold, hanging like a mobile
From a delicate string
I see the blue light coming form the screen
It’s on your face now like a silent scream
Tell me if you’re out there, beam me up
I’m inside again
And we thread these things
Together again
Together again
Together like they were meant for each other
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7. |
Health
03:27
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I don’t think about my health
Leave it up to someone else
I pretend I’m filled with light
And not that other stuff
I’m not here but when I am
The conversation turns around
Fixes on the ups and downs
And I’m so glad when it’s done
And I can get back to my daydream
Focus on that beam of light
Making its way through the finite
Scene that’s playing out of time
And I’m so sick of this play
And the never-ending power games
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8. |
Fingers
04:10
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Way at the end, waving like kelp
At the bottom of the ocean
Reaching out to touch the rolling waves
I am dependent on fingers that bend to my
Will and curl around the shapes
I want to hear them play
Keeping busy is the best thing I can do
I will lay all my attention on to you
Down from the headland, hands in the black sand
Eyes to the sky I’m reaching out to touch the rolling clouds
Keeping busy was the best thing I could do
Now I’ll lay down underneath the crescent moon
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9. |
Frankenstein
05:02
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Here comes a thought, there goes another
Like a confetti cannon blowing its load
A million among them, watching them fall
Silently vogueing, paper rain oh
Frightening and free, you settle on just one
Ready for the guillotine, I lumber like a Frankenstein
Call it vulnerability, I have my fun, I’ve had my time
Open up that can, look at them writhing
Try to imagine letting them go
Where will they end up, lost in the garden
Out of the sunlight, down at the bottom
Brush off the dirt, what’s done is done
Ready for the guillotine, I lumber like a Frankenstein
Call it vulnerability, I have my fun, I’ve had my time
A million among them, a million among them
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10. |
Bookmark
02:04
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What were you thinking
When you came to rest upon it?
I dogeared the same pages
Underlined everything on them
Macheted through words
To get to the heart of the feeling
Cutting away,
Revealing the parallel lines in the tale
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Coda Chroma Ballarat, Australia
Coda Chroma (aka Kate Lucas) is an award-winning songwriter from Ballarat, Victoria, and is described as “one of the most innovative and noteworthy musicians in Australia.” (Tone Deaf, 2021)
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