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When I was a lad running around the playground, I'd make time
To sink to the ground and listen, to be kind
Now I'm a man and forfeit all the pleasures of my time
To wondering if I'll ever wonder why
I had a flush and folded blind
Turned my back to those fields of life
Whose whispers reach my ears at night
And ask if it matters
Numbed by the lies I've told myself to leave my home and try
To reach past my strife of everything I'd ever need
Held to this oath, it lies in wait, beneath a tired game
To prove to these ghosts I'm only all they ever loved
And I ask them now to save my will
Clear my mind of the guilt I still hold untamed to reach and fill
If only to matter
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I Aim To Please
04:33
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Another year gone, and I miss that call and response that was to be found
You seem lost but I can see how for the better
She's part of that scene that calls for some show
And I must admit I walked away slowly
From the bore of it all
She ain't heard nothing from me in weeks
As I aim to please
I can't mourn anymore
Though I know it'll show up in little ways
So many lives that don't feel like mine
Ain't it clever?
But all those moments I've saved; all those faces and names and places
Well I've held them too long to see them again
It's no race I can win
With no escape from mistakes
It's brought me begging on my knees
As I aim to please
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Paper Plane
03:37
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Got a paper plane
Equal parts and it fits into my hand
It's got a broken wing
I'll let it go when the wind says it's just right
Heaven help me I can't get by
I've been trying to change but I can't quite remember why
I'm trying to change but I...
Missed the sun again
Miss the sound of those crickets from my window
I can see the rule, but I'd rather stay and play the fool
Heaven help me I can't get back
I've been trying to change but I can't quite remember why
I'm trying to change but I....
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Nothing Happens
03:24
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I never knew if he believed those words himself
But he had to prove that he could lay the track
His mind refused to bend in those early years
He could always taste that bitter life
And now his eyes are tired from all this waiting around
But nothing happens that lets him feel alive
Nothing happens
Just the strength of his spine
He stole instead of bargaining with the rest
Felt the romance of the new slip away
Saw the world and never found one like himself
Sealed the chaos in his mind and dug his heels in the ground
And now his eyes are tired from all this waiting around
But nothing happens that lets him feel alive
Nothing happens
Just the weight on his spine
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Friends
04:58
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Distorted truth that stirs my blood; I'm not ready
I had a friend who spoke as much, tried to blame the perfect lie.
I've been living a life of disinformation where the best things were said without any words
In need of a rest from the desperate hands, I close my eyes to the day where we leapt with the sun.
Found a point of view without sustain, looking down the rivers throat
We spoke of demons real and thought of what remains without that hell.
I've been living a life of disinformation where the best things were said without any words
In need of a rest from the desperate hands, I close my eyes to the day where we leapt with the sun.
I always trusted the ones that beat me down. I took a test to outlast fire.
But nothing lasts for long and vanity is no saving grace
Never felt I had done enough to save them, but I remember them saving me.
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Your Golden Heart
03:41
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What a lovely swaying sigh
As I bit the guiding hand...
Though lines may fade to time...
These many lands have led me straight to Your Golden Heart
I really thought I'd die if I felt true happiness
This fear has held my life, barley kept my head above the ground
Mind under lock and key, within these chiseled walls that read of you
And Your Golden Heart
How you speak true and keep me holding on
If I die I'll have lived
With nothing given for what you give
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Thomas Matthew Gibson Toronto, Ontario
Meandering indie folk, played on broken guitars and captured in creaky apartments. Themes of loss and love that gently toss and turn.
Second full length record coming in 2024.
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