1. |
Time (For The Healing)
05:38
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You come down
Your coming down is crashing
You gave in;
Caustic eyes are telling
Is this the one that breaks you,
The one that breaks you?
Your secrets
Your secrets made for breaking
And your smile forms a thin veneer
You are closer to the edge than you appear
I’m once more
the one to talk you down
You’ll notice
There’s no one else around.
In the moment when gravity and mass align
To counter solid ground and render useless time
That’s when it all comes crashing down
Watch you free fall, come spiralling down
We are all standing on the edge
You might not make it back, but promise me you’ll try:
Try to give it time
Time for the healing
You’ve got to give it time
Time. Time. Time.
Tracing
The outlines of your words
Heavy in the air.
My words won’t hold their weight in here
Their weight in here
You are not responsible.
It’s not your fault, you know
Your secrets
Your secrets made for breaking
In the moment gravity and mass align
To counter solid ground, and render useless time
That’s when it all come crashing down
Watch your free fall, come spiralling down
We are all standing on the edge
You might not make it back, but promise me you’ll try:
Try to give it time
Time for the healing
You’ve got to give it time
Time for the healing.
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2. |
Radio
05:38
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In a breath/in a beat/into sight/into mind.
Count me in/take me out/drag me down/and I’m along for the ride.
You’re every movement/every second/every moment/everything I can see.
One more step/one more word and this place will be the death of me...
And I think I’ve taken this a little too far,
but I think I wanted to take this a little too far.
Wrapped around/tangled up in decisions that I never made.
I just want to find something that never fades.
She sings along to the songs I don’t know on her radio.
And every second, further away from the sad songs, sad songs.
By the time I come around, she’s everything I see,
and all the things I’ve left behind are just distant memories.
Something old/used/torn/something I used to know.
There’s a glow in her eyes, a place I am willing to go.
And maybe I’ve been searching for this escape?
Feels like I’m running out of a building feeling, crying, “alas”...
She sings along to the songs I don’t know on her radio.
And every second, further away from the sad songs, sad songs.
By the time I come around, she’s everything I see,
and all the things I’ve left behind are just distant memories.
She sings along to the songs I don’t know on her radio.
And every second, further away from the sad songs, sad songs.
Restraint is a violent refrain in a battle I would never choose,
and all the things I’ve left behind are just distant memories.
Now she's singing along.
She says it's our song,
and I think that she's wrong.
Yeah, I think that she's wrong.
But she's taking her time
as we're crossing the lines.
I'm gonna be fine.
Yeah I'm gonna be fine.
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3. |
She Plans The Rain
05:07
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'It's a time of dreams', she said
electric in the night.
Was i meant to say you're special?
Well, I'm not that way inclined.
Now apparitions are walking circles around your garden and they are
wearing paths of consternation.
But it’s a time for dreams, a time for dreams.
She plans the rain, but it never comes.
It's a time for dreams, just let it come.
Under breath I hear you say, ‘I felt my soul today'.
Was i meant to save you?
Well, I'm not that way inclined.
Now I say ‘You're specia'l, because you're someone special,
but it makes no difference in our heads.
Let’s just go on and let’s just forget this.
But it’s a time for dreams, a time for dreams
She plans the rain, but it never comes.
It's a time for dreams, just let it come.
Just let it come.
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4. |
Section 215
04:47
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The walls have ears, the skies have eyes
Who controls the satellites?
They’re listening in down the lines
so you'll sleep sound tonight
But ignorance is a choice
in the information age
Look what's done against you,
it's done in your name
With wiretaps and datastores
With firewalls and protocols
to keep their secrets safe
When the price of freedom is vigilance
I just tried to give us all a chance...
...now I'm not coming home
Silence is your consent
This is your warning,
your wake-up call.
But I'm afraid when the headlines fade
you'll forget it all,
you'll forget it all
Their wiretaps and datastores
Their firewalls and protocols
to keep their secrets safe
<<it's only safe in your head>>
Wiretaps and datastores
Their firewalls and protocols
won't keep their secrets
safe
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5. |
Chills
05:06
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Now the November wind
finds its way through anything
and chills you to the bone.
Skylines fill,
sightlines of lights shine just for you.
You've never been alone.
Prophets say:
the longest month, the darkest times
are coming with the frost.
You’ve found your truth,
but in this place, for all that’s found,
something’s always lost.
Now there's a chill that falls on the streets tonight,
and I hope you make it out alive.
Because the fever's strong when it takes control.
Catch your death out in the cold tonight.
Lose your soul tonight
if you lose the fight.
And you know:
They'll never know.
You don’t give it away,
but there’s a tell, I hear it in the corners of your voice.
And so you turn up your coat.
Don’t ever let them see, because they will love your tragedy.
There's a chill that falls on the streets tonight,
and I hope you make it out alive.
Because the fever's strong when it takes control.
Catch your death out in the cold tonight.
Lose your soul tonight
if you lose the fight.
And you know:
They'll never know.
This November
Is the coldest you have known.
Cold November drags you down, down.
This is where they’ll find you;
find you when they come around:
dead leaves frozen on the ground.
Now there's a chill that falls on the streets tonight,
and I hope you make it out alive.
Because the fever's strong when it takes control.
Catch your death out in the cold tonight.
Lose your soul tonight
if you lose the fight.
And you know:
They'll never know.
Tell it to your own ones; they’ll keep you warm.
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6. |
Josephine
03:29
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Josephine.
She holds me when I try to sleep.
Josephine.
Am I just something she will keep wrapped in her legs.
I try to leave, she starts to weep.
She pulls me in so I can’t leave.
Josephine. My Josephine.
She tries to blame me. She tries to claim me.
It’s claustrophobic, but it’s mine.
She’s my world;
I need to watch her every move.
All curves and curls;
no need to stand the chance to lose.
I fall apart when I'm not hanging by a thread.
She wants to be inside my head
Josephine.
My Josephine.
She tries to tame me. She tries to play me.
It’s catastrophic, but it’s mine.
When Josephine’s making a scene, she is the flint, I’m kerosene...
the brightest spark you’ve ever seen.
But every night when she’s asleep,
that’s when I touch my Josephine.
Her body haunts me in my dreams.
Josephine.
My Josephine.
She tries to tame me. She tries to claim me.
It’s claustrophobic, but it’s
Josephine.
My Josephine.
She tries to blame me. She tries to play me.
It’s symbiotic, and I’m fine.
Josephine. My Josephine.
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7. |
Breathe In
05:04
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Breathe in...
this is how it all begins, the touching of our hands.
The most perfect thing.
The scent and the images of some moments never fade...
...away
Meet me.
Meet me on a summer day, 20 years from now.
What would you say?
Tell me all the things I’ve done, and all the things that you would change.
And then:
Was I your light
shining down?
Take it all:
Everything I’ve fought against,
all the battles I have lost,
and all the things I believe.
Maybe they’re all meaningless,
still I give them all to you.
I’ll be your light
shining down
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8. |
Devil In My Head
03:51
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Something's come over me
I'm just not myself
I'm insatiable,
just like I'm under a spell
of her longlash eyes and her latenight style
and a gaze that sees right to my bones
She says, ‘I guess that this just isn't your thing’
but I think it is more than she knows
I really should know better, really should know better
Step outside yourself
and the devil in my head is knocking on my skull
It’s not turning to dust,
my heart’s not turning to stone
I just might not be home
It's such a pretty face,
such a pretty face to waste.
Downtown daydream of a dirty mind
and she moves just like a story to tell
Her smoky voice conjures a four letter word
and from here there's no return
You really shouldn't take it but you know that I won't change it,
you know what you're getting from me.
I crossed the line when I came inside tonight
but I like how it's going down.
I really should know better, really should know better
Step outside yourself
and the devil in my head is knocking on my skull
It's not turning to dust
and it's not turning to stone
I just might not be home
It's such a pretty face,
such a pretty face to waste.
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9. |
You Remind Me Of Someone
06:35
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Yesterday went by and nothing happened. The same as every day. And I get tired of waiting for something to happen, so I leave a troubled city for another troubled city. The cities are all troubled, and the citizens are all lost. I’ve given up believing in them, and they’ve given up believing in me.
And somewhere between the troubled cities I get lost, swallowed up by the mists of the forests. I could be anywhere. I could be nowhere. Sometimes I forget there is a destination, or even a starting point. There is only in between, in between nothing and nothing.
You don’t know who I am. You won’t ever know who I am.
And it feels I haven’t seen anyone for days, but that’s when I see you sitting across from me. You remind me of someone I used to know. You remind me of someone I used to be.
You remind me of someone I wanted to be.
I see you sitting across from me, something I could never have, just like everything else around here these days. And I think you are looking at me, but you’re really looking right through me. I’ve never been so invisible in plain sight.
You don’t know who I am.
You don’t even know who I am.
And I could be anyone, because you won’t ever know who I am.
And by daylight the cities are all troubled, but at night they let go; they let themselves go. When I get home and the city is letting go, I let go. When I get home and the city is open, I remember that I am alive.
But there is nothing here that I recognize. It happened so fast. When did it happen? The streets don’t belong to me anymore. So I look around until I see your face, a face that I recognize. I don’t know if I’m even really here. And if I ever was, it was a long time ago. I’m not here. Touch me, so that I can be here. Touch me, so that I can be real.
You don’t know who I am.
You won’t ever know who I am.
I could be anyone,
because you won't ever know who I am.
Tired eyes.
Fall asleep as time passes by.
Awake somewhere new,
I will find my way home.
Close my eyes, see your face
slip away.
The cities all change.
Awake, to start again,
until I find my way home.
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10 Cent Janes Frankfurt, Germany
An alternative/indie rock band based in Frankfurt, Germany.
10 Cent Janes released their debut album, Between Troubled Cities, in December 2015.
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