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At First Glance Devoted
03:16
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The colors are so magical
The patterns new and radical
When I close my eyes
I think of you only
Both of us slowly
Converging with the stars
We don't speak of favors
Or complain to our saviors
Just keep me safe my love
And the music is so pretty
Although it once accused me of being needy
Now I'm a perpetual interval
On the rise
At first glance devoted
No words were spoken
Like the sea to the tides
Anywhere for you always
Taking caution with prophets
I'll take your truths and forget your lies.
If you dream
Dream all night
Honey dream of you and I
In a cathedral dancing
While the choir sings our jam
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So it goes my day
I over think every step towards you
Just don't look my way
I'm trying to escape you too
The lies I've told to myself
When distractions fade Are running dry
You're still not by my side
There's nowhere to hide in my head
I give the world my best
I'm left with the rest,
While you
Never seen
to give a damn about me at all.
I was born to make you laugh
You don't think that's enough
And true
There's the your ego you must feed
You got to be free to be with me.
All I want to do is to hurt you too.
Because you bring the worst out of me
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4. |
Someone Else's Plot
03:04
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Time can not break me
Although summer surrenders
I still got all this high to never take a side
the tan on your yielding paleness
The horoscope in your newspaper
Gradually got set free
God sent skeptics like you and me
I will do
What I need to do
To take good care of the things I care for.
And I won't be a pawn on someone else's plot
The few on top will tell you
There's no such thing as oppression
But we walk where we walk outside their guarded tribe.
We get distracted by fermentation
Dim down our illumination
And shut down til we are awoken when we are starved.
I will do
what I need to do
To take good care of the things I care for.
And I won't be a pawn in some one else's plot
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Yeah you look for
A convenient love
At the convenience store near you
She is
My every other thought
Infiltrating and disarming me
And I swing left
Bernie Sanders all day
They got me working at shipping like a slave.
And I post songs
I post paint
I post everything but my face
I was
Promised your trust
When I was already lost in the new
I took notes
But I lost them all
With the upgraded version of my phone.
The band sat down
Drank and ate
Play Skee ball at Don Pedro's
Those little sparks of paints
In my clothes
Are love notes from myself to myself.
I've gone in circles
A loop of Bushwick days
Ten years ain't nothing if I come back the same
The second time around won't be as good as the third
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No One gets to fix it but myself
I got my feet bleeding while I'm on my way
It will get better
It does get better when I try
Five fried dumplings for a buck
Her name was foreign and our talk was short
Day time tourists
Are day time prey for false monks
You gotta work with what you've got
You gotta work with what you've got
When you are down at Washington Square Park
Pick yourself up when you are done
I know it's a cliche to rely on time
But now I hurt less and hope is back
The Pope and moon
Came through to cheer me up
When I have gotten what I want
The sky will still feel heavy on my scalp
Eeyore and I will sing our blues for you
You gotta work with what you've got
You gotta work with what you've got
When you are down at Maria Hernandez Park
Pick yourself up when you are done
I saw a ghost on the other side of the bridge
And I didn't know how to act
I feared my tears had yet to run dry
From when she said goodbye
No one gets to fix it but myself
I got my feet bleeding while I'm on my way
Eeyore and I will sing our blues for you
For you
For you
For you
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Sank on tragedies
The mass and the priest
The news got us all down
Chaos is control
Of an uneducated force
While I'm getting ruled by the gun
While I'm getting ruled by the gun
When tradition meets
No accountability
The blood on trial is our own
When you search on me
Pockets of history
All our bigotry is revised
While I'm getting ruled by the gun
In the place I've always known
I see you watch me as I go about my day
Morning on our eyes
And if love is not enough
Then kingdom of heaven is a farce
Hands in the communal air
Architecture of betrayal
Because all is yours and none is mine
While I'm getting ruled by the gun
You should know that I'm afraid
You might learn to forget
At the moment you have my life in your hands
The law can not invade
A horizon of regret
I'm as human as the love ones you hold
While I'm getting ruled by the gun
In the place I've always known
I see you watch me as I go about my day
There are no enemies
At an umbilical cord's reach
Is not a thorn to be born
If I smile at you
The last smile I ever drew
To live was all I was here for
While I'm getting ruled by the gun
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Calm and gentle in the storm
Calm and gentle with your tone
And then you tell me to come on in
No matter where I've been
When I'm talking without a point
You already know where is coming from
When fatigue takes its toll
I never take the fall alone
You love me good like a man should be loved
You love me good down to the cracks in my bones
You help me live in the now
where we belong
You help me live in the now
And erase the void
You love me good like a man should be loved
You love me good down to the blemish in my soul
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I'm turning in my ballot
I just want to rest
Is there a home on the hour
Farthest from my birth?
Shades of ringtones
In the acrylic rain
You can recite your cravings
While you beg for change
We're riffs and cancer
Data bound
We are all just numbers
In a collateral count
Is it for aesthetics
To plan to lose
Tell me are you my angel?
Or are you my noose?
A good friend of mine said
I lost everything I had by being born the wrong person
And forgiveness is much too soon
Here I'm left with my aggression
Help me lord.
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In My Arms Again
01:40
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I'm for real baby I'm sincere
I started reading my book instead
One hundred years of solitude in my arms again.
I get off the Morgan stop
Make my pasta and paint all night
One hundred years of solitude in my arms again
I water my cactus once a month
I know the Bronx will be the last to fall
One hundred years of solitude in my arms again
When they rebuild us from head to toe
By banning our delegates inside their shops
It'll be in one hundred years of solitude, unpublished hell,oh yeah.
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Deirdre dreams
of selling weed
in a Colorado street
The fastest way to get rich
I wanna work with clowns
In a circus downtown
And tag along with them
So I could learn to forget
Time will pass on
I will earn a red nose
and she will count her dough
inside the mansion she bough
When my circus visits her town
We'll make time to catch up
We'll speak of love and lost
And I'll make her pay for my lunch
And it will be better
So much better than today
And I hope she'll remember
how much I have love her
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Parade Of Walls
04:21
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Rooms dancing in a trance
Chasing what once was
A parade of walls
And I'm left here alone
this hammock is my all
In the aftershock
When I'm down I've hit the ground
How I got here I can't recall
I bleed
I scar and bleed
Uneventful seclusion never heal
Honest mirrors tend to hurt the most
If you ask me I will say i don't know
I bleed
I scar and bleed
You should be happy I don't say what I mean
Why can you not love me like I love you
I heard you liked your poets broke and bruised
I'm lending my heart to language just to get through
Read me like the spirits in the obscure
The chill feel down your spine
Detaching you from your walls
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Danilo Parrales New York, New York
Songs are born while
I dance, attempting to reach you.
I paint my walls so they melt me into them a little bit slower.
I also wanna work with clowns in a circus downtown and tag along with them so I could learn to forget.
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