1. |
Belong
01:58
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You've got my heart,
Inside your palm,
And that's where it belongs
You've got my kiss,
Inside your lips,
And that's where it best fits
You can take me out and show me off
You've got my soul,
Inside your purse,
And that's where it'll work
You've got my heart,
And I've got your heart,
And that's where they belong
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2. |
Phenomenon
03:20
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I think I'm tied way too tight
The ropes around my hands pull down my eyes
I'm one of many people kept in line
Just trying hard to keep my peace of mind
I think I'm running out of things to say
My heart's a phantom limb, my soul the same
Am I the only one who contemplates,
The way we're prepping up for the mundane?
And does this feel like enough?
I think I'll burry my head deep in sand
I'm just a dodo, sailors on my back
I sit with them a while, they chew the fat
They say I'll get a job and that's a fact
I think I'm failing with a moon on me
I try and get up but can't find my feet
And now the world is finally eating me
I live to make a living, what's it mean?
It doesn't feel like enough
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3. |
Over Again
03:35
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I swam across several summer days to find a little laughter,
Edged away from ever-afters,
And I can feel it coming round the bend
I fell into a career; just when cloud started to clear,
Life is getting ever nearer,
And I can feel it coming round the bend
Roses kill grey skies,
My mind is bog-eyed,
I can't see clear without rain
Clouds kill my sunshine,
I think I don't mind,
I'll think it over again
I sleep through every empty day, so I have to wake up,
I dream that I never wake up,
'Cause I can feel life coming 'round the bend
I drift off into my head, 'cause I confess I like it the best
In my head, I'm lacking the stress
Of feeling all that's coming 'round the bend
All my distractions,
Split my head in factions,
I know nothing will stay the same
Have I a reason,
To reach for the ether?
I don't think I could ever say
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4. |
Let's Hang Out
03:55
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After all these little dirty words I said,
I know that I must face the consequence
You stand tall, and you implement,
All the crude, violent punishments
Now I know when I see the boot I,
Have to crawl; haven't got a lot and yet,
I lose it all; guess it's just a case of,
Workers lore; yet we always seem to,
Drop the ball; but I've still got my dirty words
Wake me,
I'm aching,
My head hurts,
I'm strung out
Wake me,
I'm aching,
My head hurts,
Let's hang out
I'm being pulled by several tangled instruments
Questions fold, I'm just giving in to it
So I go; I'm just moving in now I
Miss my home, but home has to change I know
Work it off; it's not getting better but,
I keep the job; we are getting older and,
I know I've crossed the barriers of love so I'm,
Hanging on; we have gotta keep this thing,
Going strong; and we can keep our dirty words
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5. |
Fine
05:04
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Won't you meet me after school today?
I've got a lot of things to say to you
Won't you sit with me and dream about,
The way our lives are working out for us?
And I ask if,
I can hold you,
And you tell me,
You'd like me to, and we're fine
Won't you meet me on the bus today?
There's plenty places I could take you to
Won't you tell me when we're old enough,
And life will start to comfort us, we'll move?
And you start to,
Hold my hand,
And I start to,
Hold yours back, and we're fine
Won't you let me take you out tonight?
I found a little place you'd like to go
Won't you sit with me and speak about,
The way our lives have worked it out for us?
And I hold you,
I kiss you,
And you tell me,
You love me, and we're fine
And you'll never,
Have to tell me,
How one day,
We'll be happy,
And let our,
Hearts free, and be fine
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6. |
Me As Yours
01:05
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Let me share your,
Wounds, I'll die too
If we must go,
Thank God I go with you
Let me share your,
Sewage, I care
'Though it's grim,
I know, I take grim in love
Let me entertain your,
Fanfare
Hang me from your,
Arm and show me as yours
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7. |
S.N.A.F.U
04:10
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My heart's on the fire place,
Soaking up some drunken state, and I know,
I've always been out of place, so now I've packed my bags to roll out the door
I hide from my larval stage, 'cause nothing hurt me more than growing up,
I never thought of life, until my foot was half way under the floor
I was afraid of love, because eventually it leaves you sore
I always loved too much, but now I feel it's hard to love enough
I must be going blind, 'cause I can't see you calling me out anymore
I don't wanna loose myself, but I guess that I'm becoming somebody else
I don't know where I'm standing
And I know I can't stand it
It's too much I can't let go
I know; situation's normal
I've never had this much, but somehow I still struggle getting enough
I envy the kids because, I'm loosing touch with what it's like to be young
I look at the way we dress, but I feel like we're just dregs in droves at the door
I want it all better 'cause, I feel I've earned my place with all of the doves
I look for a mirror 'cause, I swear my face just ain't the same anymore
I hold onto love because, I've found its all we have to show and I know
I don't wanna rock the boat, but eventually we're gonna have to get old
I left my face at the door, 'cause I cannot gage the expressions anymore
I can't see, I'm just waking from,
My sleep, it's a yawning,
Sight I guess I'm just making my,
Own bed, hit the nails in,
My head, makes me think,
Again; I'm scared,
Because, I know,
It's just; situation normal
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8. |
Dreams
02:55
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I can't stop when I'm sleeping,
It's ok, I'm just dreaming,
And I see, when you smile,
You and me, and it's wild, girl
If you feel you're too lonely,
To enjoy life, it's only,
Natural wanting something,
Try a dream, you'll get stuck in, girl
High on sleep,
It's a dream, oh,
High on sleep,
You and me, we're,
Trying sleep,
We're better off as dreams
I can't stop, it's not funny,
Dreams are what I am loving,
And I find now I'm older,
Dreams'll fade, I'll roll over; sleep
If you feel you can't reach it,
Dream again or regret it,
'Cause you find, when you're older,
All your dreams overload and sleep
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9. |
Peel
03:09
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Feathers: fallen all over the flowers
Memories sweeter than cola,
I'm hanging in for another
You are waiting,
I am praying,
Call it singing out of my heart
Snow fell over the meadows as I fell,
Into an ocean and you call:
Think that I'm holding in trouble
It's all floating,
To the surface,
I can't stop it's breaking my heart
I'm not usually like this,
I'll just wait 'till the ice hits my head
I can't shake off my mindset
I can't understand how we turn,
I can't find the words
I'll just let the waves pour inside
The lino: stained in the spot where my heart fell,
Misery's tragic arrival
Never been closer to grown up
I would groan but,
I'd just choke up,
All those young words placed in my heart
I measure the distance between us
It's better- accepting that I am no motor
I won't turn into an ogre
But I worry,
I'm not worth these,
Loving feelings placed in my heart
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10. |
Bicentennial
03:50
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The year's '76
You've got no-one to miss
You've only ever know the touch of someone who would walk you home again
The sun burns out your heart
Pretty soon you'll start
To give up things you used to love but it ain't known, when you're gonna fold
Read your diary
You can't let it go
Everybody
Suffers being young
Stuck in '76
Spring's about to hit
You're alone, you know you're gonna wait until you finally jump the phone
Your country lost the dream
The president was mean
And now you're sitting fingers crossed, listening for a
woodpecker to knock
Play your records
Sweeter memories
Last time that things
Ever felt this bleak
Its forty years on
There's menthol on your heart
You're finding out their gonna have to tear the house down before too long
You've been growing since
And you're feeling sick
'Cause of all the things you know, you have to see repeat before you go
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The Room Upstairs London, UK
Since forming in 2014, The Room Upstairs have become album-era hanger-on-ers, decorating themselves in retro-tinged melodies
and folk-rock lyricisms. They muse on mortality, nostalgia, the passage of time, and emotional life crises (quarter, mid, or just normal "ran-out-of-milk" stuff). That said, they also wrote this biography, so maybe listen and debate the bias.
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