1. |
Burn Out
03:38
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I wanna stay here
I wanna go
I guess I really don't know
I wanna reach out
I wanna call
Yet I do nothing at all
I wanna stand out
I wanna scream
I wanna feel the spaces in the between
Like a dark cloud
I wanna rain
I wanna take all your pain away
Yet every time I slip away
I somehow seem to ruin my own day
Guess I don't know how to act
Without you I keep falling through the cracks
I wanna burn out
I wanna light
I want the final word in every fight
I wanna stay here
I wanna go
I wanna feel stillness in my soul
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2. |
Night Swimming
03:15
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We're living on the edge of a time that we're trying to get back to
Slowly killing ourselves
Smoking cigarettes 'n' drinking red wine
Forever howling at the moon
Telling the devil we'd be coming soon
Not giving a single fuck 'n' feeling more or less fine
I'll admit it wasn't that healthy
But what's water when you've got whisky
To drown your days and take you out swimming all through the night
Our emotions were high all the time
And we really couldn't help it
Drinking away all the darkness that's hidden inside
Going out to the bars at night
Trying hard not to start a fight
Just cutting our teeth on the edge of this impossible life
I'll admit it wasn't that healthy
But what's water when you've got whisky
To drown your days and take you out swimming all through the night
I'll admit it wasn't that healthy
But what's friendship when you've got toxicity
Take a page from Jekyll and Hyde
Might as well serve it with a slice of lime
It's the same thing every time
See that glimmer in your eye
As sunshine fades
To take you out swimming all through the night
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3. |
Raise Some Hull
03:42
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I miss my friends
And how things used to be
Like riding our bikes through the night
Or catching a cab at the Laff at 3
I miss those days
Wish we could really go back
To singing our songs in the square without having a care
And then spending all our cash
Oh those times they seem so distant
And yet they feel like yesterday
And I really hope we'll feel those fuzzy feelings once again
Cause i'm so tired of sitting home alone feeling sorry for myself
I just hope that we can get together soon
And raise some hell
Freezing our asses off
Down at Pepperwood's
They couldn't afford the heat
But we kept it nice 'n' sweet with all the love
I really miss those days
Jamming at Grandma's house
Burning our feet on the pavement, just plain misbehaving
And then crashing on the couch
Oh those times they seem so distant
And yet they feel like yesterday
And I really hope we'll feel those fuzzy feelings once again
Cause i'm so tired of sitting home alone feeling sorry for myself
I just hope that we can get together soon
And raise some hell
Oh those times they seem so distant
And yet they feel like yesterday
And I really hope we'll feel those fuzzy feelings once again
Cause i'm so tired of sitting home alone feeling sorry for myself
I just hope that we can get together soon
And raise some hell
Let's raise some hell
Let's raise some hell
Let's go and raise some hell
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4. |
Rotten Potatoes
05:03
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The knives are dull in my kitchen drawer
Potatoes rotting on the creaky floor
So I take my stone and I take each knife
I sharpen their blades through the dead of night
I’m feeling restless so I grab my hat
As I walk out the door I see my baseball bat
I stop for a second just to clear my head
If I go walking alone I may wind up dead
Morning draw the blinds to keep out the light
The fruit in the bowl’s looking awful ripe
There’s a rumbling in the mountains and the streets below
As I walk out of the door I know where to go
Drive down that road that I know so well
Each twist and turn takes me back to hell
Each bush and tree look different somehow
As I turn round the corner there’s no turning back now
The key is hiding right where I thought
Tucked away under a flower pot
It never was a clever place to hide
I think to myself as I slip inside
I take my time as I lay it down
Singing to myself cause he’s not around
I find a spot right near the door
And I wait for that hand to hit quarter to four
As I look around at this house of stone
I’m sure of this feeling deep in my bones
And i’m certain that unlike many other men
This one will never hurt a woman again
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Leeny Jones Gatineau, Québec
A generous helping of 90s indie rock; a sprinkling of country-western flair; a healthy dose of tongue-in-cheek wit; and an authenticity that cannot be bought — this is the cliffs notes version of Leeny Jones.
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