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Ambiguity
01:15
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Some things are invisible
And I guess I like it that way
Trying to catch my animals
Running loosey-goosey all day
Send me an ambiguous
Signal that could mean any number of things
Bang my head anonymous
So I can't see you laugh at my expense
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2. |
Stuck Inside
03:28
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Hey, I am stuck inside
Hey, I am stuck inside
Can you feel me here?
I've been up all night
Oh, I am starting to bleed
Oh, I am starting to bleed
I didn't know I had a wound
Until I couldn't breathe
Can you feel me here?
I've been up all night
Can you feel me here?
I'm just so tired
You know how it goes when everything's a blur?
You can't arrange just so, just like it should be told
You can't explain your thoughts, they just get tied up in knots
Surrender everything, even if it means you're free
Hey, you feel so right
Hey, you feel so right
Can you touch me here?
We'll stay up all night...
Nanana...
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3. |
Stale Air
03:16
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Holy Mother of God, I'm wound too tight
Send me someone to love or something to fight
Away down there there's a little girl
Who cries so loud, it's a silly sound
So help me say goodbye
Knuckles bruised, tank top's loose
Spilling guts everywhere
Buttons pop and records stop
Suffocate in stale air
O save me from myself! Or help me
Wear my freshly-cut feet in my hair
Digging a hole to bury the little
Girl I married when I was only seventeen
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4. |
Too Little
03:06
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Too little, too little
Break me down, piece by piece
Swear that's all your getting from me today
There's no way I'm relinquishing
Any more of me!
Too little, too little
Catch me crying in the stairwell
Now you think you're the king of everything
Wring me dry and hang me up for display
Take note of your tone
You reveal your feelings in a rhyme
You're not responsible, but you can do more
To save what's left of a true masterpiece
Too little, too little...
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5. |
Squinting
01:56
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6. |
Johnny in his Grave
05:09
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As I went down to the center of the town
I spied a young maid so tender
And to her I said, "I would rather be dead
Than to live another day alone, dear"
Said she, "My good man, you must have me mistaken
For someone who gives a damn, dear
I'm on my way to visit Johnny in his grave
And I haven't time for such men as you, dear"
So she spun on her heel and she went her merry way
But my heart, oh my heart, had frozen
For I knew just then I had to have this maiden
Have her as the wife I'd chosen
I made up my mind and I followed her behind
To the place where lay her Johnny dear-o
And I heard her weep, "It has only been one week
Since from this earth you left me here-o"
Well, the hour it was late so I started for the gate
But I heard a low voice call my name-o
So I turned around and to my dismay I found
The ghost of maiden's Johnny dear-o
"It is I!" he weary cried, I could see his rotting eyes
I could see the place he'd been wounded
"Come back just to say from my lady stay away
Or suffer just the same as I did"
And there standing near was my maiden and her tears,
"I told you to leave me alone, dear
I was on my way to visit Johnny in his grave
And I hadn't time for such men as you, dear"
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7. |
Sway
05:19
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I'm not quick to clothe
I am naked all day
Someone's got to rope me in
Or I'll get away
Stay with me, my friend
I think you've got a lot to say
Banish me 'till you can breathe
In circles we sway
Oh, oh
I have not seen anything
Since I have often died
I laugh and then I hesitate
And contemplate your eyes
Oh, oh
Gone, gone away
Gone, gone away
Check us out, we know our stuff
I dare you to give us a try
Forget the shit you've heard about
You know it's the perfect time
Gone, gone away
Gone, gone away
Gone, gone away
Gone, gone away
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8. |
Priest
03:28
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Who do you think you are?
Flailing about like some kind of priest
Stand on your soap box and pray
For all those poor kids stomping 'round today
Send me a note just to say
You're not really this way
Beg me to wait and to stay
You're not standing in my way
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9. |
Power
03:00
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You said I could climb inside
Where we could wait for our ride
Winter snapped and summer came
But baby, my sick still remains
Who made you king?
Who gave you the power to rise and fall?
Sure as hell wasn't me
I never gave you permission to
Set boundaries for what I can and cannot do
Take a big step back and keep your claws out of me
I need to figure out how to be free
(Who made you...?)
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10. |
Eve
03:56
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She said what’s it like to be inside your head?
We slept so long I couldn’t get out of bed
Wondered how long it’d take before she left
When I got up I couldn’t believe the mess
Someone had tossed my belongings all over the room
Someone had torn the sheets from us
Someone had torn my heart from me
Someone had torn my heart from me
Come back, Eve
Come back, Eve
You know as well as I do
We don’t get lost until we choose
Funny as it sounds, I know you know the truth
Come back, Eve
Come back, Eve
Come back, Eve
Come back, Eve
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11. |
Side of the Sea
03:01
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Someone said you had gone
Somewhere you could hold on
Hold on! Hold on!
Three swimming by the sea
Floating efficiently
All day! All day!
When the weather gets like this it's
Almost impossible to resist
The taste of the salty air so fine
You might just jump into the sky
All year long lungs hold so strong
Squeeze your heart real good and gone
You can't breathe 'till finally you
Get to be by the side of the sea!
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A Sensitive Person Prague, Czech Republic
A Sensitive Person is lead by Californian singer-songwriter Shani Chabansky.
Influenced by
traditional American music and freak folk, A Sensitive Person's lyrics are gender-neutral and weaves the queer narrative into old familiar music.
Haunting melodies wrap around the comfort of a drone. Rhythmically percussive and forward-moving.
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