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I
Once you offered me a place
upon your mantel
Be the girl who paints
and sings you pretty songs
Think of more—
then I’d smile and I’d set the table
I won’t know
I won’t know
No, I won’t know
No, I won’t know
II
I won't know
what I can say
'til I start speaking
'til I start speaking
No, I won't know
what I can say
'til I start speaking
'til I start speaking
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2. |
Dance to You
04:03
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I can’t stop listening
to this tape you played me on
The night you whispered,
Take my hand, let’s pretend we’re in love
Well now I’m all alone
in everything I do
But when I dance
I dance to you
dance to you
I watched you crawlin’
making paper fly
You called it fallin’
in the song that I wanted to write
If you could see me now
playing my own tunes
Still, when I dance
I dance to you
dance to you
I had a dream
you wanted me
and I let you lie
But even then
it had to end,
meant for a night
‘Cause I can’t grow
inside your glow
and I’d rather be an artist
than his wife
Don’t think I’ll miss you
when you finally slip my mind
and I start listening
to new songs with new sounds and new times
But if you caught my eye
and smiled across the room
Well then I’d dance
I’d dance to you
dance to you
I had a dream
you wanted me
and I let you lie
But even then
it had to end,
meant for a night
‘Cause I can’t grow
inside your glow
and I’d rather be an artist
than his wife
But if you caught my eye
and smiled across the room
well then I’d dance
I’d dance to you
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3. |
Sleeping in My Own Bed
04:15
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Rapt, in your sheets
a little longer
I'm waiting for the sun
and I feel the breeze
where you would hold me—
only dreams to keep me warm
But there's something in my lungs
that makes me wonder—
a question even I don't understand
You ask me where I'll be
without him still loving me
at the end of the night
at the end of the night
You'll find
I'm sleeping in my own bed
sleeping in my own bed
...
And I'd love to be
with you in autumn
like the Colours of your song
But I feel so green—
my soul reminder
how I love to paint my own
Oh I heard you in the dark when I was lonely
a trembling voice that I could understand
Now you ask me where I'll be
when the sun begins to bleed
at the end of the night
at the end of the night
You'll find
I'm sleeping in my own bed
sleeping in my own bed
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4. |
Wasted
03:47
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I stumbled in
the dark
too weak to stand,
you held me up
I thought I was seeing stars
and the moon
But I was just wasted
(Ooh ooh ooh wasted)
Oh I was just wasted
on you
How do I stop
the rush?
When will I learn
I've had enough?
I swore just a little more
and you'd feel it too
But I was just wasted
(Ooh ooh ooh wasted)
Oh I was just wasted
on you
Now I'm so tired,
acting tough
I want someone
who wants my love
and I like to think I might
have taught you too
But I was just wasted
(Ooh ooh ooh wasted)
Oh I was just wasted
on you
Yeah I was just wasted
(Ooh ooh ooh wasted)
Oh I was just wasted
on you
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5. |
Twain Harte
02:50
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I lost my words
and nodded silently
I’m just saying that
I’m so in love with you
They must have followed you
across the sea,
pulled down the line, because
I’m so in love with you
So when you call me
from tomorrow,
asking how I feel today?
and I talk of illustrating
a new painting
for your room
I’m just saying that
I’m so in love with—
You got my word
all I'm saying is
I’m so in love with you
I lost my words
and nodded silently
I want to tell you that
I’m so in love with you
and I’ll follow you
across the sea,
pulled by the lines that mean
I’m so in love with you
So when you call me
from tomorrow
asking how I feel today?
and I talk about the town
in mountains, down
where we could move
I’m just saying that
I’m so in love with—
You got my word
all I’m saying is
I’m so in love with—
You got my word
all I’m saying is
I’m so in love with you
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6. |
Up Above
02:59
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At home
dinner cooking on the stove
and Nina singing to my soul
It’s not quite the same
all alone
So I met you when
I was feeling good
Yeah I met you when
I thought I was good
But something has changed
I feel so low
And I’ve been dreaming
of the bottom of the ocean
Swaying,
with the waves over my head
But I can feel
you pulling me
back to the sun
so I can be with you
up above
At home
lying on the bedroom floor
I’ve been through all of this before
It’s not quite the same
you help me float
While I’ve been dreaming
of the bottom of the ocean
Swaying,
with the waves over my head
But I can feel
you pulling me
back to the sun
so I can be with you
up above
So you met me when
I was feeling good
Yeah you met me when
I thought I was good
and you wait so patiently
While I’ve been dreaming
of the bottom of the ocean
Swaying,
with the waves over my head
But I can feel
you pulling me
back to the sun
so I can be with you
up above
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7. |
Jazz Angel (Bill)
03:29
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I don’t know what I’ve been doing lately
staying in this lonesome town so long
I want to live deep in the wavy sea
but I’m on the other side
Passing by a room up on 14th street
a tremor in the air arrests my feet
Ear to the door,
I overhear
someone near
corrugate the night
from the other side
Sounds like my jazz angel
Sounds like my jazz angel
Playing an old song that makes me feel young
Telling me how much I really love
Sounds like my jazz angel
Come in, come in
I hear my teacher calling,
mover of the holy frequencies
Side by side
I can hear
a pioneer
synchronize my mind
with the other side
Sounds like my jazz angel
Sounds like my jazz angel
Playing an old song that makes me feel young
Telling me I don’t need a reason
Calling me honey
oh you know he’s the only man who can
Telling me if it sounds good
play it over and over again
Ringing those angels voices,
two octaves high
Sounds like my jazz angel
(Telling me how much I really love)
Sounds like my jazz angel
(Telling me I don’t need a reason)
Sounds like my jazz angel
(Telling me it’s all at my fingertips)
Sounds like my jazz angel
(Telling me it’s all at my fingertips)
Sounds like
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8. |
Savior Mind Tattoo
03:55
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Moon in the trees
shows you so enthralled with me
But I don’t see
your Savior mind tattoo
Rustling leaves,
I can’t hear them calling me
while you whisper
all I mean to you
What kind of love
could come from one
who thinks he knows better?
What kind of love
could come from one
who feels so much pride?
I found a way
to make myself believe—
but the only one you’ll save is you
What a funny
Savior mind tattoo
Lit by the fire,
reflecting all that I desire—
pretty mirror
that I confused for you
I still felt cold
but I pretended to be bold
I didn’t see my
martyr mind tattoo
Why would I choose
someone I knew
never was listening?
Why would I choose
someone I knew
spoke so much in vain?
I want to blame
the pain I feel on you—
that you fooled me,
but that’s not true
‘cause I knew your
Savior mind tattoo
Though the ink is holy
though the words are true
I can’t feel so lonely
caring for you
Glad I let you hold me
glad your hands withdrew
‘cause I gotta find
a more divine tattoo
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9. |
Superlunar II
02:54
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Where were you
the night when I wasn't sleeping?
Supermoon
got me thinking you could be him
Where were you?
He crawled into
your place inside my bed
I saw you
singing of love for hire
I felt so moved,
electricity rewired
I saw you
croon to the room
and heard you change my mind
Don't say you want me to swallow the sun
then leave me to suck in your shade
I know I want to be more than just wanted—
only a wife to the grave
So I drew
a face with the crayon I borrowed
It looked like you
and I looked like your tomorrow
Oh I drew
his crayon up to
the lines around my head
Don't say you want me to swallow the sun
then leave me to suck in your shade
I know I want to be more than just wanted—
Only a wife to the grave
Now I need you
don't be a drunken liar
Tell the truth
don't tell me you're too tired
I need you
you're my proof
that death is worth the wait
I need you
I need you
I need you
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10. |
Eliogy
03:12
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… and I’d hold you
and I’d kiss you again
but I don’t wanna feel your pain
Please don’t beg—
you know I’ll cave
and I can’t bear to hurt
hurt you again
You say you miss your friend
and a kiss is just for fun
but you, you call me sweetie
ooh just a little too easy
and I can’t bear to hurt
hurt you again
… and I’d hold you
and I’d kiss you again
but I don’t wanna feel your pain
Please don’t beg—
you know I’ll cave
and I can’t bear to hurt
hurt you again
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Morly London, UK
Morly, moniker of Minneapolis-bred, London-based visual artist and singer-songwriter, Katy Morley, creates stirring downtempo tracks that explore the transient space between joy and melancholy. Her strange and beautiful world is informed by her choral background, a penchant for minimalism and a love of dance. ... more
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