1. |
Better Angels
01:47
|
|||
Josephine is undisintegrating
At the top of every rollercoaster drop
She's got ways to disconnect her organism now
But it's no fun to miss your stop
Do you need to have a body?
Leave it at the door if you're in doubt
Do you need to have a body?
All our better angels go without
Big ol' Steve is dancing through good mornings
Wearing nothing but his skin and bones and socks
He's got eyes that tumble down his shoulders
To make sure that no one sees the way he walks
Do you need to have a body?
Leave it at the door if you're in doubt
Do you need to have a body?
All our better angels go without
All our better angels go without
|
||||
2. |
Nobody Really Knows
02:54
|
|||
There's that impish grin again
The one that cuts through stone
Magic forest creatures in your yard
We'll eat right from your palm if you stand still
No more need for awkwardness and fear
The research has been done, the tests are clear
Nobody really knows how to dance
Nobody really knows how to dance
Break that stupid microscope
It won't do good down here
Take your time and hollow out a space
The camera zooms in close-up on your face
Nobody really knows how to dance
Nobody really knows how to dance
|
||||
3. |
Autumnesque
02:25
|
|
||
Look straight at the sun
Child, why can't you see you're golden?
Just shine a clumsy light
All this is yours by right
Pluck a feather out and claim the night
Just take the space between
What you are and what you wanna be
And let that be part of your beauty
Cross your stars and cut the moon
Don't rush the bloom
Blushing cherubs light the way
Laurels and lambs
|
||||
4. |
The Future is Gay
02:22
|
|
||
Silken hands bending time, weaving space
Guide me through astral gates
I will claim this place
I'm biding my time
The future is gay
You will not fuck up my day
I'm biding my time
The future is gay
You will not fuck up my day
Poring through fever dreams, planting seeds
Fairy boots march in phase
Through the quantum breach
I'm biding my time
The future is gay
You will not fuck up my day
I'm biding my time
The future is gay
You will not fuck up my day
I'm biding my time
The future is gay
You will not fuck up my day
|
||||
5. |
Folding in Thirds
02:28
|
|
||
I got a human face (x8)
Ooooooooooooooooooohh
I got a human face (x7)
I'm all dirty dishes in my head
Bound by arcane law
That has turned my heart to lead
I draw a circle and protect it
Folding in thirds
I'm trying to steal all the moonbeams
Fold down the sky real small
I pinched the gleam like a magpie
Drained all the hue from fall
Crawling up the ivy to your door
Throwing a heavy shadow
To hold the ocean floor
Careful how you fossilize
Folding in thirds
I'm trying to build you a sunrise
Uncrook this strange globe's spin
I caught the sleeve of a soul
Scratched clean by the howling wind
I'm trying to steal all the moonbeams
Fold down the sky real small
I pinched the gleam like a magpie
Drained all the hue from fall
|
||||
6. |
Clutter
03:02
|
|
||
Do your best to keep
Those bottled-up stars
'Cause it's always advancing now
Every day as the upkeep replaces your time
It's softly surrounding you
Filling up with sand
Taking up space in your mind
It's a wash
Searching through these empty mirrors
For something hidden for centuries
The faded light we follow back to Earth
Etched a crooked arc across the sky
Scattering out at impossible angles
Tried to make opposites meet
Just shy
You're turning in a circle again
|
||||
7. |
Moonlight Trials
02:55
|
|
||
Night falls over me again
Moonlight trials now begin
Lost threads, catwalks into strange
These souls have locked themselves in sunken frames
In pools of light
All is remembered
Til heat death comes
Strange runes flash across the screens
"Seek not comfort in machines"
Through fog, silence and suspense
These hearts have grown around the chain link fence
In pools of light
All is remembered
Til heat death comes
In pools of light
All is remembered
Til heat death comes
|
||||
8. |
Shut the Windows
01:59
|
|
||
I know how strength feels like weakness when you're tired
So come inside
I'll quit my job, shut the windows
And we'll both just be alive
I will be uncomplicated if it takes my whole damn life
And we can waltz on the edge of the knife
Don't let the world convince you to hide
Don't let the world convince you to hide
Don't let the world convince you to hide
Don't let the world convince you to hide
|
Catch Rabbit Seattle, Washington
Psych pop for the soul and the butt.
C. Rosebridge
Nick Fake
Bjørn Watkins
Quinton Harris
Ian Verjat
ig: @catch_rabbit
Streaming and Download help
If you like Catch Rabbit, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp