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Struck by Moonlight
03:26
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From your room
You crawl out of your window each night
Out into the street
Walking through the quiet suburban peace
It’s too late now
You’ve been reading upside down
All along
Resentment
Despair
It’s lonely in there
And you’re not going anywhere
Anytime soon
I’ve thought about it every day and night since I peered into your room
You want the truth
You only want to hear it when it suits
Reality
You can't erase
You don't have the guts to pull the trigger anyway
He was struck by moonlight
As he cut across the graveyard coming home
Relax and wait
As the 3D-printed gun melts away
What have you done?
Only what you want you’ve gone and hurt someone
And your world keeps spinning ‘round
The vial of poison
Never drawn down
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Midnight Drives
02:45
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It was there
7A
Under flickering lights
In the glare of the parkade
I took my life
Or driving through the forest
Let the wheel take control
It’s such a more romantic way to go
I was feelin’ real low
But everything’s fine, I know
Still, when harrowing memories overwhelm
Why can’t we just let go?
The world looks so different
In the light of waning moons
Or under autumn skies the clearest blue
I lay awake all night
And wonder why
I spent the whole day dreaming in the park
I slipped behind the wheel after dark
And late at night
The car headlights are halos
In the fog
That swirls and sighs around these lonely midnight drives
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3. |
Idle Minds
04:11
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4. |
Blue Racer
03:06
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I spent the night in Redway with a flat
Vultures circling my sedan
But on the road again
Through September morning mist
Healing silence in a primeval wood
I thought I was alone
But our paths crossed under the canopy
You said turn left at the South Fork
South of Redcrest
And on to Petrolia, California
Engine straining against the climb
And sunlight through redwood trees
Despair was in the rear-view mirror and fading fast
At least for now
I understeered
I almost put it into the ditch
But wouldn’t that be just like me?
I start to feel it when I’m alone for too long
And I’d been driving for days
For a thousand miles
Of West Coast highway
Descending to the Lost Coast
Past grow-ops and cars on blocks
I was speeding by shimmering coastline
Of wet sand
And camper vans
Looking out across the low dunes
And spiky inflorescence of native plants
Rocks and spiral shells
Glittered wet in my hands
I ascended above a lone farmhouse
Back into cool mist
Grey skies north towards home
Towards nothing really
Past Victorian facades and blurry beaches
Dodging radar traps through Crescent City and rainy Astoria
Clasping shells and sea glass
Their iridescence fading as night fell on the I-5
Everything would be as it ever was
At summer’s end
Winter’s mantle enfolds
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Lonesome Days
03:35
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When I was a kid
I still recall the day
My uncle, Malcolm
Fell from a horse
He never was the same
And I myself am just drifting through
A bittersweet malaise
All those dreary nine to five weekdays
But I was thinkin' 'bout changin' that
Maybe I could get a cowboy hat
I never tip
But the service sucks anyway
I look in the mirror
My hair is turning grey
And staring at my old guitar
With nothing there to say
I wasn't ever gonna make it anyway
But I was thinkin' 'bout changin' that
Maybe I could get a cowboy hat
(Let’s try it on)
For so long
We’re out there riding along
To melodies so strange
Caught up
In our long and lonesome days
(Well alright then)
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