1. |
Nicole
02:31
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How long must I wait for the day it becomes clear?
You had said that I would hear the angels ringing in my ears
Oh Nicole
I fear my strength is wearing thin
As my mind takes two steps back right into negativity
Again
What's it gonna take to shed my old ego?
You say run into the walls you build 'til you have nowhere to go
Oh Nicole
I fear my time is running out
What's the good in having answers when all I feel is doubt?
What's it gonna take to get me
Back to where I started
Empty, open-hearted
I check myself to wreck myself again
Oh again
Oh no
Making it look easy being so enlightened
Always having access to that silver lining
La dee da dee da dee da
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2. |
Center of the Ring
02:01
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Basking in spotlight
I wait for a man
Who turns tricks just outside of the ring
Hoping that he'll hear me sing
Molly says:
"Attitude's something you choose"
I'm to blame if I only find
Sour or bruised rotten fruit
He lingers
Marks me like ringworm
Makes waves inside my calm pond
Who cares if your songs make sense to a person
Who's never shown he cared at all?
Why waste your songs on that someone
Who would fake a leap so he can watch you fall?
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3. |
Helium Balloons
04:01
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So many things I've tried to say
But my words aren't breaking through
We've been through some tough times friend
Watched your heart burn from red to blue
What can I do to make you see
I'm always here for you?
Can see you're paralyzed by fear
Know that I am frightened too
We're pinned to the ground
Unable to move
watching hopes fly away from us
Like helium balloons
Keep cursing grey clouds
And praying we'll see blue
Our delusions float away from here
We're forced to face the truth
I'll sing you this lullaby
When life gets out of tune
Making harsher moments pass
Be patient
We'll pull through
Though we're pinned
To the ground
The sun will come breaking through
Maybe hope can return to us
Like helium balloons
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4. |
Remembering George Bell
03:08
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It's no surprise to hear that he's dead
he lived a long life
We all get old
I'd like to think he called me his friend
Though with "Big George"
It was hard to know
I heard the was found lying lifeless on the ground
In a dirty apartment he called home
It sounds like a line
But I think of him all the time
Feel real bad that George died alone
We used to sit right here at the bar
Shoot the shit
Say life was hard
I got the sense that he was in pain
Though he'd never admit it just the same
I heard he was found lying lifeless on the ground
In a dirty apartment he called home
It sounds like a line
But I miss him all the time
Feel real bad that George died alone
Only when I dream can I see
George's black eyes staring back at me
Now
I heard he was found lying lifeless on the ground
In a dirty apartment he called home
It sounds like a line
But I wanna see him one last time
I'm sorry George had to go
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SWEETBREADS Brooklyn, New York
Sweetbreads is a musical project led by Brooklyn-based singer/songwriter Melody Stolpp in collaboration with fellow musician Nick Watt. Sweetbreads aims to make country western pop music that will bend your ear, twist your pretty little heart, and get your hips swaying. ... more
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