Traveller EP

by Monty Bevins

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1.
Traveller 03:46
Traveller travelling out on my own two feet Through the picture I drew from my window seat That was strewn with the favourite things I'll see if I have wings Traveller travelling yearning Traveller travelling out through the open frame There's a wonder around every bend in this game Like feathers on the breeze we're taken where we please Traveller travelling learning How lucky are we to be born at all Spin the globe with your eyes closed and drop a finger How lucky are we to be born into this pure land Traveller travelling down every lane road street With the memories you hold of the folks you meet Who are slow to rise over the wheel but only 'cause they're steel Traveller travelling yearning Traveller travelling out on the mystery Look at her she shines and grows and knows of no horizon As young as the eyes through I see, alive is all I'll need As a traveller travelling burning How lucky are we to be born at all Spin the globe with your eyes closed and drop a finger How lucky are we to be born into this pure land How lucky are we to be born at all Spin the globe with your eyes closed and drop a finger How lucky are we to be born into this pure land
2.
Hard Ship 03:26
Late at night is the hardest time for walking home all alone on these Marble streets where my platform cleats play havoc with keeping my feet on the ground So I cut back to the graveyard rank and spot the cabbie whose flag has fallen He leans across to colour me in with a silent peaceful toothless grin I tell him 'bout the noisy newspaper factory that billowed through the night to break my sleep And the faces on all the older people in town looked like the life had been sucked right out And the big bucket sips on the tyre river trip had me seeing double and feeling sick And the final straw for my aching back was the stacks of fractured skulls up on display He said yeah I know what you mean you should've heard them emptying the magazines And yeah, I know what you've seen, like the look on my mother when her baby screamed And the bodies floating down the stream I guess they found the leftover kerosene But ever since the hardship found a place to be I've never been back to sea Never had to jump ship onto the bloody shore Never had to rush home and barricade my own front door How I keep coming up with all of the reasons for this hardship I'll never know Made it back to my culdesac where he offered up change from his handful of shrapnel
3.
Country Slow 04:36
Everywhere I look streets awash with disorder Seminal soul distorter throwing its weight around Everyone I see head down gathering water Half to a neon quarter for where you can pour it out 85 come before the smoke pours out the valley floor now from the cavity 86 sound the horn, announce my soul reborn, renounce the weight that falls behind Toot toot gonna take me a train out of my own dead merry go brain All the volatile versions of myself Two tickets for me and my soul way down the back with the grain and coal Where I can be assured that there’s enough on board to burn me out, out into the country slow Everything I knew swallowed up whole at the border Everything you had taught her down to the bottom of the well Every time I slow I’m a dead beat backwater But hidden is a flow toiling out under me 85 come before the smoke pours out the valley floor now from the cavity 86 sound the horn, announce my soul reborn, renounce the weight that falls behind Toot toot gonna take me a train out of my own dead merry go brain All the volatile versions of myself Two tickets for me and my soul way down the back with the grain and coal Where I can be assured that there’s enough on board to burn me out, out into the country slow Country gone done slow me down against all odds again
4.
A room full of people who already know, fruit of the vine and the warmest glow Stage by the fire it’s time for the show, if everybody’s talking, is anybody listening? All come gather ‘round there’s comfort in the grave somehow Comfort in the gravest words you’re telling me Look who’s talking now I want something I can hold on to, I need someone to break the news I want something that I can’t see through, if everybody’s talking, is anybody listening? All come gather ‘round there’s comfort in the grave somehow Comfort in the gravest words you’re telling me Look who’s talking now, look who’s talking now Does anybody take this seriously, or is it just me Like a vagabond shepherd on the highest sea, never had a minute for poetry Does anybody take this seriously, or is it just me The ones worth listening to are not so easy to be found ‘cause the ones worth listening to are out there figuring it out Oblivious to the waves and bow to no one’s doleful sounds But there’s comfort in the grave somehow comfort in the gravest words that you keep telling me But look who’s talking now, look who’s talking now, everybody’s talking now
5.
Lovers Again 05:07
Hey baby it’s me that handsome old relic that took his chances From over the other side of I’m told a crowded room Hey baby it’s me that crowning old waterski open champion That dug it a little deeper on the bank in front of you A body that could save the world, it’s been sinking Mother of my baby girls, I’ve been thinking We could outrun it all, I know a track that nobody’s been on We could have back with all the hours in our day We could outrun it all, back to the shack down by the sea We could go back to calling ourselves by a different name Back to when we were lovers again Hey baby it’s me that handsome old relic that took you dancing I stood on your shoes, but you’d never feel those blues again Hey darling it’s me that found them hidden under the kitchen counter Playing games of hide and seek like it was just last week A body that could save the world, it’s been sinking Mother of my baby girls, I’ve been thinking We could outrun it all, I know a track that nobody’s been on We could have back with all the hours in our day We could outrun it all, back to the shack down by the sea We could go back to calling ourselves by a different name Back to when we were lovers again

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released September 4, 2018

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