The Island
from Still by Westerly Sound
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lyrics
in the heat of the day
those doggies play in the bay around the island
green from the rain
you say it’s a shame we didn’t do this sooner
cause I was living a lie
telling myself, “hey you’re fine”...but I was dying
well you’d come down in the morn
to find me on the floor
I don’t do that anymore
the brothers they glow
all covered in snow against the evening
and above all these trees
I can finally see the truth that was calling
how I damn all those days that I threw away with that poison
so I put my boots on the ground
headed west to the sound
softly singing
don’t keep on living a life where you waste all your time getting wasted
don’t you bury the pain under bottles of shame that just keep on piling
deep in the woods
fern underfoot and birdies chirping
the fruits of this land, I hold in my hand
they heal my body
cause I put nothing inside
I was an outgoing tide growing weaker
oh but fighting the flow
in the ocean they grow
to return to these rivers
oh I heard those trains coming
oh son...it’s time to stop your running
and build yourself a home
and don’t keep on living a life where you waste all your time getting wasted
don’t you bury the pain under bottles of shame that just keep on piling
till you’re just empty cans and half drunken plans
and you used to be something
till you’re just empty cans and half drunken plans
that turned to nothing
those doggies play in the bay around the island
green from the rain
you say it’s a shame we didn’t do this sooner
cause I was living a lie
telling myself, “hey you’re fine”...but I was dying
well you’d come down in the morn
to find me on the floor
I don’t do that anymore
the brothers they glow
all covered in snow against the evening
and above all these trees
I can finally see the truth that was calling
how I damn all those days that I threw away with that poison
so I put my boots on the ground
headed west to the sound
softly singing
don’t keep on living a life where you waste all your time getting wasted
don’t you bury the pain under bottles of shame that just keep on piling
deep in the woods
fern underfoot and birdies chirping
the fruits of this land, I hold in my hand
they heal my body
cause I put nothing inside
I was an outgoing tide growing weaker
oh but fighting the flow
in the ocean they grow
to return to these rivers
oh I heard those trains coming
oh son...it’s time to stop your running
and build yourself a home
and don’t keep on living a life where you waste all your time getting wasted
don’t you bury the pain under bottles of shame that just keep on piling
till you’re just empty cans and half drunken plans
and you used to be something
till you’re just empty cans and half drunken plans
that turned to nothing
credits
from Still,
released November 20, 2017
Matthew Bellman - Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Sarah Favret - Vocals, Harmonica
Raffi Minasian - Vocals, Violin
Johnny Bregar - Bass, Guitar, Wurlitzer
Matthew Bellman - Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Sarah Favret - Vocals, Harmonica
Raffi Minasian - Vocals, Violin
Johnny Bregar - Bass, Guitar, Wurlitzer
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Westerly Sound Bainbridge Island, Washington
Matthew Bellman
Raffi Minasian
Sarah Favret
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Nov 2017
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