1. |
Skin
03:42
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Make me feel small
Don't want to know at all
The shape of my body
Eraser lines, just markers of the times
Darling you stand by
Shame's caress it burns
My stomach knots and turns
Please don't ask me why
Make me feel like new
Just dancing here with you
Kicking off our shoes
I want to feel at home
In my skin, in my skin.
I want to feel at home
In my skin, in my...
Feel you standing there
Try to grin and bear,
Touch me with your stare
Make me feel all loose
Forget I had to choose
To love myself today
I want to feel at home
In my skin, in my skin
I want to feel at home
In my skin, in my skin
I want to feel at home
I want to feel at home
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2. |
Be Okay
02:16
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Stuck in a rut
Lately
Get out of bed
Get out on time
Listen up, it's just your friends
Be okay, be alright
Take a breath
Full of fresh air
Be okay, be alright
In the darkness
It gets hazy
Stuck in its grasp
Listen up, it's just your friends
Be okay, be alright
Take a breath
Full of fresh air
Be okay, be alright
Take a breath
Full of fresh air
Be okay, be alright
Be okay, be alright
Be okay, be alright
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3. |
Circles
03:49
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Forgot to take my meds again
Even though “it never happens”
Worried sick I’ll meet my end
Try to take each day that comes
One step at a time
Decluttering my mind
I’m always fighting with my own head
Can’t get out of it
Running in circles in the dark
Seems like there's nothing to control it
Try my best to be healthy
Running in circles in the park
I thought I was past this
But it keeps on coming back
When something’s said in passing
Another panic attack
I’m always fighting with my own head
Can’t get out of it
Running in circles in the dark
Seems like there's nothing to control it
Try my best to be healthy
Running in circles in the park
I’ve always wondered
Do you feel guilty
For the way that you forced it?
Did it feel good, taking advantage?
I fucking hope you feel guilty
I’ve always wondered
Do you feel guilty?
Do you feel guilty?
Do you feel?
I’m always fighting with my own head
Can’t get out of it
Running in circles in the dark
Seems like there's nothing to control it
Try my best to be healthy
Running in circles in the park
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4. |
Slow
03:18
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Don’t feel safe without many layers of clothes
Covering up the things I’m not meant to show
Baby please go slow
Baby just take it slow
Deconstructing my identity
Left with asking what the fuck should I believe
Baby please go slow
Maybe just take it slow
If I could call you on the telephone
I’d ask you maybe can I just come home
Don’t want to have to prove my innocence
Baby please take it slow
Baby please take it slow
Baby please take it slow
Baby please take it slow
Maybe just take it slow
Baby just take it slow
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5. |
Blackhole
03:54
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I’ve never seen you break
Falling apart, losing sleep
You’re losing face
Fading away
I’ve never loved you more
But damn this hurts
Letting him go
Back to the norm
Lose control
I have become a black hole
Every day it feels like more
Weight on my chest
Pushing me down
Consumes my soul
Swallow you up in my grief
No appetite
Nothing to fear
The end of me
Falling asleep
Lose control
I have become a black hole
Lose control
I have become a black hole
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6. |
Storm
03:30
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Summer nights
Dream of warm
Rolling in on the porch
Clasp our hands
Cups of tea
Fading light and shaking knees
Maybe I was made to love you
Shake this tired head full of you
Brace the storm
Brace the storm
Brace the storm
Brace the storm
Maybe I was made to love you
Shake this tired head
Fill my dry bed
Embrace the storm
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7. |
Transatlantic
03:42
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Driving in your car
With the music on
Always felt like home
Even when I’m far
And I hear that song
It’s like fingers on my skin
Darling come on, be closer
As the melody sinks in
Transatlanticism
On the phone,
I’m calling, are you in?
When the sun goes down
I feel the glow
The air like honey
Liquid are your thoughts
I hear them flow
Like water trickling
Darling come on, be closer
As the melody sinks in
Transatlanticism
On the phone,
I’m calling, are you in?
Darling come on, be closer
As the melody sinks in
Transatlanticism
On the phone,
I’m calling, are you in?
I’m calling, are you in?
I’m calling, are you in?
I’m calling, are you in?
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8. |
Dissolve
03:15
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Sunday night at 3 am
I swear I saw you for the first time
Windows open to your mind
I swear I saw you
Passing time draws us nearer
I dissolve into you
Cups of tea and sugar, dear
I dissolve into you
On the corner of Bond and Glen
In our attic loft apartment
I will love you
More and more each day
Passing time draws us nearer
I dissolve into you
Cups of tea and sugar, dear
I dissolve into you
I dissolve into you
I dissolve into you
I dissolve into you
Passing time draws us nearer
I dissolve into you
Cups of tea and sugar, dear
I dissolve into you
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9. |
Tired
03:21
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Breaking my teeth on the glass
They tried to cut me out of
Can’t be the shape that they hoped for
Can’t be the daughter that they need
Kind of makes me wonder
if I’ll ever feel at home in my parents’ fold
With the things they told me
I’d give everything I could to believe
Don’t know how to tell you
That I’ve left it all behind me
Tired of living like I’m dying
Tired of being the enemy
Maybe I could show you
That my heart’s still beating for you
Carry the weight of your judgement
‘Til I’m forced down on my knees
Don’t know how to tell you
That I’ve left it all behind me
Tired of living like I’m dying
Tired of being the enemy
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10. |
Tunnel Vision
02:37
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Tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Inward bound
I am spinning
I am spinning
I am spinning
Ocean sound
Deep, deep dive
I feel so confused
All the time
Getting thicker
Getting thicker
Getting thicker
Disappointment’s high
Getting thinner
Getting thinner
Getting thinner
Hopes do survive
Deep, deep dive
I feel so confused
All the time
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11. |
Long Way
04:39
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Come a long way
Come a long way now
Only to find out
It still hurts the same
Your body will change
It will look different
Its curves and its burdens
Carry the shame
Will you be here in twenty years
Standing in front of that same long judgmental mirror?
Will you turn and look the other way?
Standing there tugging at your clothes
Hoping they stretch out
Hoping that nothing shows
Look to the ground
Don’t look up, turn away
Facing your fears
Facing your body
A vessel of substance
That carries the blame
Will you be here in twenty years
Standing in front of that same long judgmental mirror?
Will you turn and look the other way?
Standing there tugging at your clothes
Hoping they stretch out
Hoping that nothing shows
Look to the ground
Don’t look up, turn away
Will you be here in twenty years
Standing in front of that same long judgmental mirror?
Will you turn and look the other way?
Standing there tugging at your clothes
Hoping they stretch out
Hoping that nothing shows
Look to the ground
Don’t look up, turn away
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Basement Revolver Hamilton, Ontario
After a year of personal and global upheaval, rising indie stars Basement Revolver return with an album that is open,
expansive, and deeply personal.
Chrisy Hurn-Morrison (she/they) - vocals, guitar
Nim Agalawatte (they/them) – bass, guitar, synth
Jonathon Malström (he/him) – guitar, piano, percussion
Levi Kertesz (he/him) – drums, percussion
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