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Easier to Cope
03:09
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Sometimes you’re physically bound down,
but mentally gone, 10 years ahead
You dream up something you don’t really want,
and when you return everyone has moved on
Follow tradition you do this and that
Place a rock on a stone, though it won’t bring them back
You’re mourning, waiting for this pain to pass,
If you needed help then you just need to ask
Will it get easier to cope,
or are you lying to yourself?
Your final memory is her on your bed,
with tears in your eyes, your heart made of lead
No silver lining here to be found,
the storm is your fault and your head’s in the clouds
What can one say other than “I regret?”
Apologies tired, explanations unsaid
Don’t think she loved you but that’s just a guess,
you should have inquired before making a mess
Will it get easier to cope,
or are you lying to yourself?
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Cowboy
03:14
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Baby, baby, baby, it’s plain to see–
that I get star-struck in your company!
It’s taken a year but you don’t understand
how it makes me feel when I hold your hand
Tell me, tell me, tell me now if it’s true,
a change of pace would give me such certitude
I’m getting restless but pay me no mind,
too much time thinking, get left behind
I’m moseying on, hope to see you again
I will be back but I do not know when
Hope to see you in Paris, New York or the Bay,
but getting your hopes up is a dangerous game
When the day is done and I’m feeling gray
my baby calls me cowboy, I hesitate.
So I saddle up and then ride away,
high-tailing it back to East LA
You’re moseying on now and I’ve lost a friend
No longer your cowboy, but let me pretend
Hope to see you in Paris, New York or the Bay,
but getting your hopes up is a dangerous game
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Brussels Sprouts
03:33
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Pasadena, in July,
hotter than the sun
I’ve got beautiful memory,
from summer of ’21
Well sir I heard you the museum is closed now,
I look at my watch it’s four forty-five
We turn to laugh and say “what’s that guy’s problem?”–
they’re kicking us out though it closes at five
It feels like yesterday
I saw you drive away
With flowers at my feet
I’m crying in the street
Spending New Year’s in Santa Cruz,
leaving behind the blues
Really don’t have plans it seems
Doesn’t matter with you
Walk ten miles where the cliffs meet the sea
meets the sky, you and me and a friend made of clay
Without a doubt if we picked Brussels sprouts
then the memory would make them much sweeter
It feels like yesterday
I saw you drive away
With flowers at my feet
I’m crying in the street
The haze has cleared it’s a beautiful day
and I can’t help but feel that all will be fine
I turn to laugh and wipe tears from my eyes,
though it hurts to endure such a wistful goodbye
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You can see the way things are and how it drives me mad,
then how about you stop insisting that it’s not so bad?
“You take this for granted” now that’s what you say
Confronted with the truth and all you do is turn away
Though we may not quite agree
It’s never too late to change
I find it hard to believe
things are just better this way
You can play defense now up until your dying day,
but tell me if it’s still a win if no one wants to play
Can’t think up a way for you to see the light,
but up until then I just risk dying on my bike
Though we may not quite agree
It’s never too late to change
I find it hard to believe
things are just better this way
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Sam Celentano Los Angeles, California
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