1. |
Frayed
03:23
|
|||
|
You've got me hanging on to your every word
Tied up with only string
I can't free myself from this tangled web you've made me
I'm trying to make all these puzzle pieces fit
But you can't connect two wrong ends
I can't keep any of my promises anymore
Worn out, worn down is not the way I want to live
Somehow I've gotta find the strength to jump off that cliff
And find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms
The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me
If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling... and falling
Nothing I do ever seems to suffice
Come on, can you just admit I'm right for once?
Get off your high horse, drive me to an airport
Cause I'm done, I'm done with you
Worn out, worn down is not the way I want to live
Somehow I've gotta find the strength to jump off that cliff
And find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms
The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me
If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling... and falling
Cause worn out, worn down is not the way I want to live
Gotta find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms
The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me
If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling
Find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms
The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me
If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling... and falling.
|
||||
2. |
Drowning
04:10
|
|||
|
Three hour drive, it's getting grey
The phone's run out of words to say
Nothing but commercials on the radio
Where her wheels are taking her, she doesn't know
Seems like her life is turning left
Maybe nothing's for the best, with
Golf clubs in the back seat, letters on the console
Hats on the dashboard, tennis racquet at her feet
She's drowning
Living on wishes, breathing in tears
she's drowning in her memories.
Driving past airports, forests, and trains
She's losing the battle of staying sane
So she keeps her eyes fixed on the road ahead
Running through her mind are the words unsaid
Focused eyes, wandering mind,
her thoughts have left her brain behind, cause she's got
Golf clubs in the back seat, letters on the console
Hats on the dashboard, tennis racquet at her feet
She's drowning
Living on wishes, breathing in tears
She's drowning in her memories
Though it's cliche, it's cliche for a reason
You don't know what you have till it's gone
You don't know what you have, she didn't know
Road trips and skittles, state parks, and wood
The ever present feeling of being misunderstood
She's drowning
Living on wishes, breathing in tears
she's drowning in her memories
In his memory.
|
||||
3. |
Glass Houses
04:05
|
|||
|
I live inside a house of glass, and I'm
Waiting for a storm to pass
To blow in these fragile walls
I'm counting down a numbered list, and a
Rock is clutched in my fist
To shatter these fragile walls
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones
But what if I'm trapped? What if I'm alone? and
What if a rock is my only way out
What if there's no room for doubt
To break these walls, I'll throw this stone
You always said that you'd be back
But your words only left the glass cracked
You ran off to your house of stone
Without hesitation, you left me here
Along with everything that you once held dear
Now you're happy, and I'm alone
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones,
But what if I'm trapped? What if I'm alone? and
What if a rock is my only way out,
What if there's no room for doubt
To break these walls, I'll throw this stone
That crack in the glass loomed over my head
It taunted me with possibility
Made me think that maybe the rock in my hand
Was the key to being free
They say people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones,
But what if I'm trapped and alone?
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones,
But what if I'm trapped? What if I'm alone? and
What if a rock is my only way out
What if there's no room for doubt?
What if it's raining, and what if I'm cold?
What if there's sunshine across the threshold?
To break these walls, to break these walls
To break these walls... I'll throw this stone.
|
||||
4. |
Metaphors
03:57
|
|||
|
Staring out my window, watching clouds pass by
In these situations I feel like my life's a movie
Add some dramatic background music,
a breeze running through my hair, and we're all set.
How does it end? I haven't gotten there yet.
So many metaphors running through my brain
Highways, chocolate, lemonade, but life's really just insane
There's no prescription for awkwardness, no pill for being weird
Funny how in this day and age, we want our quirks to disappear
But I refuse to blend in with the majority
I refuse to be stripped of my dignity
I refuse to be a heartbroken mess
You will never see me be a damsel in distress
You don't know how it feels to be stuck in the middle of a hurricane
Well I don't either, but does that make us the same?
You're the sidewalk, I'm the chalk
and sometimes we both get stepped on, but
only one of us gets picked up off the ground, cause
I refuse to blend in with the majority
I refuse to be stripped of my dignity
I, I refuse to be a heartbroken mess
You will never see me be a damsel in distress
Same chords, different verses, isn't that just how life goes?
Never learning, never breaking free
It's time to find some education, pick ourselves up off the ground
And find our own melody
I refuse to blend in with the majority
I refuse to be stripped of my dignity
I, I refuse to be a heartbroken mess
You will never see me be a damsel in distress, no.
|
||||
5. |
Sensitive to Light
03:59
|
|||
|
Hey you there, I'm glad you found me
Seems like I've been stuck inside this hole for so long
I admit, things have gotten a little solitary
But I comforted myself in knowing I was surrounded by these walls
But now I can't stop blinking...
So when did I become
When did I become so sensitive to light, to light
I've never been one for taking chances
There's something scary 'bout the new and unknown
But lately I've been consumed with second guesses
Stuck between seeking help and doing it on my own
But now I can't stop blinking...
So when did I become
when did I become so sensitive to light, to light
I've found a solution, simple but effective
Just go to the store and buy sunglasses!
When did I become
When did I become so sensitive to light
When did I become
When did I become so sensitive to light, to light
When did I become so sensitive to light
|
||||
Kirstyn Hippe New York, New York
Kirstyn Hippe is a 27-year-old musician and social media manager currently residing in New York City. She wrote songs for "I Ship It," the New Form Digital short film directed by Yulin Kuang, and the CW series of the same name.
If you like Kirstyn Hippe, you may also like:
supported by 4 fans who also own “Metaphors EP”
go to album
Sorry I'm So Sensitive
by Bea Stewart
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed.
go to album
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times.
go to album
Veneer (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
by José González
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 29, 2023
go to album
Onliness (songs of solitude & singularity)
by Josienne Clarke
Folk artist Josienne Clarke revisits music from her back catalog, infusing these lonesome songs with a new luminosity and drive.
go to album
Once Upon A Time In Montréal
by Murray A. Lightburn
The folk artist explores grief through these smooth and soulful tracks.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Dec 6, 2022
go to album
