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Screen Prints
02:13
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What is missed?
What is lost?
In a dim and static fog
Over-pixelated blocks
Are you there?
We exist
In the dark
Face-to-face but world’s apart
It has never felt so far
Or so unfair
And these moments mean so much
But they’ll never be enough
When the only thing that’s touched
Is a screen
It’s welcome
In a sense
A double-edged convenience
Reinforces the distance
With every call
But it’s fun
Of course, yes
It’s never been any less
Cultivates the ardentness
Of it all
We can be Exhibit A
Of that old ‘absence’ cliche
Fondness grows but hearts remain
Barely seen
And these moments mean so much
But they’ll never be enough
When the only thing that’s touched
Is a screen
You are missed
I am lost
In life’s dim and constant fog
But I know there’s hope because
You are there
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The Languorists
02:46
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Here in this mostly
Blissful repose, we
Are all that we need
Almost through the downtime days
In an unfamiliar NorCal haze
We set overthoughts aside
Turn this ‘not much’ day to a source of pride
Here in this mostly
Blissful repose, we
Are all that we need
In this low energy mode
The comfort high, the heartbeat slow
It might be too much to ask
To see how long we can make this moment last
Let’s make this moment last
Let’s make this moment last
We’ll make this moment last
We’ll make this moment last
Here in this mostly
Blissful repose, we
Are all that we need
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Xmas Eve
03:02
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A misfit crew
A dinner quick and impromptu
By someone who
Did not want to eat alone
That’s how it went
Holiday meal by accident
I only meant
To drop by and say ‘hello’
On Christmas Eve
The last place I thought I would be
But fittingly
For such an unfitting, dumb year
So far from home
But nowadays that’s how it goes
So make the most
With those who happen to be near
Afterward, a toast is made
A hope for better days
For the dark times to finally disappear
And let the sunlight through
I’ll be grateful if this is
Just a one-time thing
But if we’re back here next year
I’ll be grateful for that, too
A misfit bunch
Another glass, there’s no real rush
A nice surprise
An unexpectedly great night
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Now Instead
03:56
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A delicate distraction
In a winter of inaction
All the stresses and the bummers
Can wait ‘til the breakdown summer
When the ending finally comes
Will it be a shock to anyone?
And I know things aren’t quite as they seem
And I know things could change suddenly
Let’s just focus on the ‘now’ instead
There’s no universe beyond our bed
When the ending finally comes
Will it be such a shock to anyone?
And I know this idyll respite seems
Like a tenuous, frail fantasy
But let’s focus on the ‘now’ instead
There’s no universe beyond our bed
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Hollie
02:52
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One day it was just me and Hollie at the bar
She asked me where’d I’d be traveling next, I said it wouldn’t be too far
Just a couple hours south on the 101
By the university . . . where Hollie had once gone
Hollie asked me if I knew yet where I was going to stay
She had tons of recs for places to go eat and drink and play
I welcomed her suggestions, so a list she soon did make
Of joints in Pismo, SLO . . . and even Morro Bay
I thanked her and asked if there was anything that she would like
A pint glass from a favorite bar or a Madonna pie
She said it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that I
Could use her list to have myself . . . the best possible time
Through bad luck and pandemics almost a full year went by
‘Fore I got back to where Hollie was working on that one night
But Hollie wasn’t there, she had quit a long while back
And no one there knew just where . . . she went after that
Later, at a barbeque I ran into an old friend
We caught up over drinks and food right before summer’s end
I asked him about Hollie, he said, “I’m sorry to say
A month ago, her heart went out . . . and Hollie passed away”
I never got that pint glass or that Madonna pie
I kept the list she gave me, though, I look at it from time to time
I’ll always take it with me when I next make my way
Down to Pismo, SLO . . . or even Morro Bay
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