1. |
Seen
03:28
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It's less about the way we look,
and more about the way we see
so would you take a real hard look
at what is happening in me?
Who am I when I'm asleep
and who am I when I'm alone?
And who are you when I'm not me,
and everything is going wrong?
Chorus:
And is home a place, somewhere I can see,
or is home a someone who has always seen me?
It's less about the things we do,
and more about the philosophy
so would you steer me thought by thought
from dawn to dusk, from west to east?
And who am I when I'm not a child
or inside or outside of a family,
and who are you when my words are few,
and the page is blank in front of me?
(Chorus)
Bridge:
'Cause I may not know what's inside,
what's in front, who's behind,
but I cannot deny how far we've come.
And I may not know who you are,
what you'll gather, what you'll part,
but I cannot deny all that you've done.
(Chorus)
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2. |
Crystal Close
03:47
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When I don't speak
still you understand,
but when you're the silent one
I'm at a loss, I'm at a loss.
But could it be,
you are shape-shifting
time is translating the tick and tock,
the tick and tock, the tick and talk.
Chorus:
'Cause you are not crystal clear to me,
you are crystal close.
And these two eyes will hide-and-seek,
make their peace with the unknown.
I smell you in the cedar,
see you in the stucco,
taste you in the bitter,
feel you in the hollow.
I sense you in the glamour,
hear you in the pillow,
know you in the stranger
and speak above a whisper,
speak above a whisper.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
I'll take near
over loud and clear.
(Chorus)
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3. |
In the Velvet
03:32
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Chorus:
This is a rendezvous with the man in the moon,
this is a date with the city.
This is a reunion with a ballpoint pen,
a guitar, and the child within me.
Sometimes I'm a bit of a melancholy misfit,
a bit of a sweet and salty sidekick
tryna' kick the sinful side of habit,
drop-kick the crown 'cause I can't have it.
And it lands right here at your feet,
I pick up the name you made for me,
twist on that one-eighty degree, and
don't look back on the burning city,
don't look back.
(Chorus)
The whole world is spinning on its axis,
madness revolving like a door.
So kick up your feet into a handstand,
bring your head closer to the floor,
to bring your mind back down to earth,
put your toes on heaven's shoulders,
feel the blood rush to your soul,
the cavities filling up with wonder.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
We'll always question the cosmos,
causing God's kids to dream with eyes closed,
wondering if stars are just the pinholes
made by the angels in the velvet.
The sky is made of black velvet, oh
I know 'cause I've felt it.
(Chorus)
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4. |
Hyssop
04:18
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How can I be uncomfortable
in the arms of my Maker,
a haven and shelter,
where I am undone?
How are you so unchangeable,
when the world is so hostile?
And how can we reconcile
when my heart is a pendulum,
a pendulum?
Pre-chorus:
Against you alone have I sinned,
and in you alone will I live.
Chorus:
Cleanse me with hyssop,
and I'll be made clean, oh
wash me in your blood,
and I'll be made white as snow.
You'll get the glory,
and I'll get the wonder
so the whole world will know you,
and you will make us whole.
You look me in the eyes,
and terrify my darkness,
oh, you soften my hardness
with your marvellous light.
And I shake my head when
I think of your goodness,
and I already knew this, but now I know
that I know, that I know that
(Pre-chorus + Chorus)
Bridge:
Oh, I see a light in the corner window,
I see a light in the corner.
And you say there's more
where that came from.
(Chorus + Alt.)
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5. |
Skin
05:06
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1.
The thing about skin is that
it itches as it heals, oh
it itches as it heals, oh
it itches as it heals.
Yeah the thing about skin is that
it itches as it heals, oh
I'm itching as I heal, oh
I'm itching as I heal.
2.
I'm tired of being sad and mad,
sad and mad.
I'm tired of praying, of praying
with only words.
And I can see the hope, see the hope
in front of me,
but I wanna feel, wanna feel it
in my fingers.
3.
I am a tree, I am a bird
I have the land, I have the waters.
I have two hands, in a circle of others,
this is the mystery, this is the altar.
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Elise Arsenault Hamilton, Ontario
Elise is a writer and musician in Hamilton, ON. Her latest EP, "This is a Reunion," explores our sense of home and self when everything else shifts.
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