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Gills
05:58
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I met you before when I was just a kid
Couldn't feel my legs growing or results of all I did. So?
So those days behind me and my feet on the ground
The confident attractive well springing around
Led me to the heart of a summertime sound and
We ran and escaped from what held us down, alone
Home alone. They: les incompetents
Its so hard to think it was all in my hand:
The future, the present, that body, her glands
Now a fish out of water, scenes rose me to fall
But the effects were causes evolved from a thought
From my insecure mind of naivety and dreams
Where free roses keep blooming during freezing winter rain
So just throw me back in, I wanna only swim
I can see the water
But I have trouble walking at all
When I met you before I sad I wouldn't
Take this for granted by that's what I do, so, so well
That summer you left off the window sill
I should have leapt through that window
That summer you left me and my pickles dill
That summer you left me and mine pickled
Its so hard to breathe without gills
Its so hard to be cause that kills
Its so hard to breathe without gills
Plus, the bible is fucked
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Little Baby
05:27
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Took our little baby
gently set her down
Made sure scene was safe cause
a baby likes to crawl around
She got food to eat
Nutrition to drink
all that she needs to survive
all that she needs to flee our life
Don't cage your little baby
Rambling 'round free
searching for secrets to seek
But chasing a tail, cause they're
not secrets if they're told to me
With nothing to seek
reality and me
no more promises so abundant last week
Said I wouldn't cheat but
I put a poppy in between my teeth and
swap tomorrow's natural happiness for
synthetic relief...today
Don't cage your little baby
Little baby tries
searching for scene
deciphering between what she wants and
what she can't help she is
What she is?
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Puttin' the Master on it
03:15
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Seeds in black water
Heads buried in sand
Christian advocates on anti-depressants
Heralding divine plans
They tear down your soul
They put up the roles
Then they control
Gods a control freak
Gods a control freak
Gods a control freak
Gods a fantasy
Don't be controlled by a fantasy
So I'm puttin' the master on it
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To Drown the Octopus
05:17
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Don't lose hope just yet
They won't know your regrets until you tell them
Are you wasting your insides
on a small, plain, bearded few?
We're familiar with the seven-one-seven cow smell
not it being some hot bed creative milieu
Are you trying to drown the octopus?
I'm too close, I'm too far,
you're right in the middle
Your vaguery and ambiguities arm you comfortably
You know you got love, got my respect
I've got your back in all instances
But you know I can't live in this
I've kept my eye on the fire exits
Are you trying to drown the octopus?
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Water Tricks
04:58
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If I get surprised my modus operandi, "its not on you"
As if I read you like a book, simple prose
check that syntax kinda old school
Gave me adderall to help me focus
Help me stay slow. Adderall
But her lies so sweet and so obvi
I believed when convenient
So get you, get your scales, get your bow, get your arrow
I'll be a drop in your bucket
I was swimming in this barrel
Two easy targets
Gave me adderall
Piscean crap to help me stay slow
Opened up, we drank it from a coconut mug
to help us stay slow
Bully me once
Bully me twice
Never shot up anything but can still say
You're the worst kind of vice
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Winnie Carnon Portland, Oregon
Brent- Loops, guitar, vocals
Kevin- Drums, vocals
Winnie Carnon lives in Portland,
Oregon. Winnie Carnon is a real person dreamed up and now makes music. Winnie Carnon enjoys making live machine loop performances and is sometimes available to play shows. Winnie Carnon is a dream, but also still here, too, as well.
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