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I Do (Slowly)
02:28
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No words were said on the drive back to your place
The sun went down as it always does after a long beach day
This was your usual
I had found it strange
I’m unaccustomed to not having stress or anxiety
The thought of doing nothing all day’s so foreign to me
I’ve never really known
How to just be
I didn’t get it before
But now I do
I didn’t get it before
But now I do
The Caribbean on my left as I followed the road’s curves
The daylight disappeared, you were smiling,
We didn’t say a word
We just were
I didn’t get it before
But now I do
I didn’t get it before
But now I do
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kira, could you wear a dress
is it so hard to change
from the tired t-shirt and jeans
that you wear everyday
is it a selfish request
is it too sexist of me
to ask the girl that i love
to show off her femininity
it's a thought that i've had on my mind for quite a while
it's not a comment on your beauty at all
it's just a comment on your style
recall the girl that we saw
back at the coffeshop
in that strapless number
black with small, white dots
punctuated by the small
pink carnation on her chest
and the matching, lace trim
that ran along the hem
is she prettier than you? that's not what i'm trying to say
but in that moment she looked so beautiful
i couldn't look away
it doesn't have to reveal
it doesn't have to be tight
maybe a summer number
now that the weather's right
anything would be ideal
anything would suffice
i don't care about brand names
and i don't care about price
in fact, it should be cheap since it would be so overdue
that it would not take me too long at all
to tear that dress off of you
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I offer up myself to you
You offer up yourself to me
We turn the lights off and we do
The things they can't show on TV
Maybe in Belgium or Germany
The opening of the dresser drawer
Anticipation is tautly wound
We put the comforter on the floor
Cos the bed makes too much sound
And your roommate's still around
The power in the fingertips
The subtleties in a simple move
The beauty in your parted lips
The steady motions we go through
The smells we've grown accustomed to
When the rest of life restarts
We clean up the mess we made
And even though it's time to part
I'll carry you with me all day
I'll carry you with me all day
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Feel the wind shaking the plane
Coming after me
Knocked me down and left my face
Chapped and hurting
Even now it will not slow
Can not wait to see me go
Memories of crowded bars
And the tourist scam
A shot, a kiss, a clumsy charm
All as planned
Feel the wind shaking the plane
I can only hope to find myself here again
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I am a default napper
We've been staying up all night
Songs and drinks, smiles and after
Doing what just feels right
We are zombies through the workday
Barely there, sleepwalking
Needing sleep in the worst way
But not regretting a thing
Such an inane endeavor
To try and put a name to this
It's just the first days of "whatever"
That's more or less appropriate
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She said she would paint my toes as she took off my shoes
It's what she wanted to do
Her hand drunkenly applying glops of a garish copper
I had no reason to stop her
And then she asked if my toes curl when I come
She said it happens to everyone
I said that I was never aware if it happened to me
but if you're free
Then we can see
Let's give it a try
Let's prove your point tonight
Oh Jessica, with your shirt open wide
Amidst the changing hues of the dawning sky
Don't go back to Cookville just yet
There are things to do here that are much more important
And later on, the morning - rather, our own concept of morning -
Well, it came without warning
We shook off the shock of daylight as we put on our clothes
Looking down at our matching toes
The cuticles painted
The story borne
From the workout we gave them
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When the daytime begins
And the sunlight creeps in
As it shines
Through the blinds
Onto you and me
It's the greatest thing
The greatest feeling in the world
When you open your eyes
And your glance catches mine
And you smile
And I smile
Half-asleep
It's the greatest thing
The greatest feeling in the world
But sometimes love
Is not enough
To keep you here
Keep you lying
Next to me
And there's nothing I miss
More than the morning kiss
But soon a-
Nother day
Will be here
And it's the greatest thing
The greatest feeling in the world
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Susan, it’s clear
The end of the line is here
It’s probably for the best
To go ahead and get this over with
At the park I asked you how
You saw yourself five years from now
I noted all I wanted to see and do
Without once mentioning you
Susan, goodbye
It was almost a lovely time
Now I’ll excuse myself
Cuz you clearly deserve someone else
Someone who loves me completely
Someone who’s leagues better than me
Someone who’s selfless and generous
Someone who shares your interests
Someone who always wants me by their side
Someone who always sees you in their life
Someone who’ll keep guys like you away
Someone who’ll be there ‘til your dying day
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Somehow our mellowest time
Was when you were coked up and I was sleep deprived
And we held off on getting on
Til we finished a ‘Mindfreak’ marathon
What little energy I had left
Was put to good use when we went to bed
Eventually, I passed out, then
You woke me up so we could go again
We were the secret-est of secrets
As different as different gets
No one that we knew
Ever had a single clue
And that made things feel even better yet
One time in my garage
Far from anybody else because
For reasons I still can’t explain
You liked yelling out my roommate’s name
You were bouncing off the walls
At the Vietnamese billiard hall
I eased your mind, I changed your mood
Til we were kicked out of the women’s room
We were the secret-est of secrets
As different as different gets
Virtually guaranteed
To crash and burn eventually
Til then, though, we made the most of it
Never any strings
Never in the day
Never anything
That carried any weight
Never any love
Never any laughs
Never less than fun
But never more than that
We were the secret-est of secrets
And as different as different gets
Everyone we knew
Never cared ‘bout me and you
They tsk-tsked and ‘why, I nevered’
As if they knew any better
So the secrets were unneeded
But the differences were seeded
Much too deeply to keep holding them at bay
Cuz in the harsh light of the morning
There was a mutual disjoining
And no interest once the fun had worn away
And all that became irrelevant
Because predictably we went
Our separate ways then soon after lost touch
But you still enter my mind sometimes
Our grand exploits return when I
Need a good memory to pick me up
But it’s often not enough
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10. |
You (Jack In Space Mix)
05:27
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It took us by surprise
To see the Northern Lights
On a southbound Midwest drive
I swore a love was there
Thought we were mutually aware
In the temperamental air
And in the years between
You’re still a mystery to me
As elusive as the atmosphere
Impossible to hold
An auroral glow
That could not be more unknown
Because no one knows you
No one knows you
It came as no surprise
You never said goodbye
Just disappeared into the night
But that auroral glow
Persists, endures and grows
More than you will ever know
But no one knows you
No one knows you
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