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Atlas
02:52
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Why’d you have to let me hear it?
The unbearable sound of roses
Silent city skylines
In windows I can’t see through
Running my fingers down
The red lines of your atlas
I could go anywhere, but where
Would I go without you?
If I’m being honest
Try to color in your eyes
Cover up your violence
Were you gonna tell me?
Or is she part of your silence
And you are not my drug
I hate when people say that
I’m tired and I don’t want it
I don’t want anyone if
If I’m being honest
If I’m being honest
Why was I so honest?
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The 28
03:42
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You thought you’d set yourself free
And you did, in a way
Branding new wings
Into your shoulder blades
You said, “Girl, turn around, you look good in my mirror.”
You had a grip on death, but it’s no surprise
It could see right through your Brooklyn eyes
So tell me now Baby, did you set it off again?
Lit a match off the sun on the California coastline
And all I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You started
This
Now all of your friends
Live on ten different screens
All fucking themselves
Into reality
Now you gotta wear your history to work every morning
Do you see the propane tanks or the bloody gauze?
Or the tattoo guns and the broken laws?
So tell me now Baby, did you set it off again?
Held up in your room in the middle of nowhere
And all I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You
So tell me now baby did you set her off again?
In the back of your Dodge on the 28
All I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You
You started this
You started all of this
Started all of this
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3. |
Control
03:43
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You laughed at the neon I thought was the moon
You called me a fool for leaving too soon
But I know I’m not
So I hoped for the best, took off my dress
While you smoked the rest of that bone in the parking lot
And don’t you wish you had control tonight
I put my feet on my car, I know where we are
Somewhere that something doesn’t feel right
What you do to me
I can’t explain it
It’s got me out of my mind
What you do to me
Feels like I’m getting my fun in
While I’m still runnin’ out of time
Red Casino at night, blue-eyed delight
Bending the nylon until it starts to fit
And you don’t seem so old, but your hands are cold
And you’re warming ‘em up on me
For the hell of it
But if you asked me to, I probably would
(You know I would)
And I don’t really know, but I’ve been told that Fuck is a word
That’s supposed to feel good
Do you feel good now, Baby?
What you do to me
I can’t explain it
It’s got me out of my mind
What you do to me
Feels like I’m getting my fun in
While I’m still runnin’ out of time
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4. |
Boxcar (feat. QUAD)
03:56
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Bit my neck at the mausoleum, in the marble I could see
Nobody’s watching, but you’re hiding shit from me
I’ve been trailing you for hours
In Mount Auburn on Ivy Street
Lately I’ve been running from everyone I used to know
They all remind me of some person I would rather just let go
But when you fold your hands together
I forget him, I forget her
There’s something about your bad tattoos and being colorblind
And you’ve got a bad headache around my face, but I don’t mind
“You’re proving me right,” he said, “You know you’ve got to slow it down.”
Boxcar rolling at the perfect speed, but not for me
Who you jumping off with now?
Who you jumping off with now?
Who you jumping off with?
When I met you out at Cutler, your hand felt rough in mine
In the gloaming light of winter, standing next to the power lines
And I would follow you forever
If I knew that we would both be fine
I’m sorry that I’m leaving, I just take up too much space
I know this was never real, and I know I’ve been replaced
So I’m not waiting here to read
Between the lines that are written on your face
There’s something about your bad tattoos and being colorblind
And you’ve got a bad headache around my face, but I don’t mind
“You’re proving me right,” he said, “You know you’ve got to slow it down.”
Boxcar rolling at the perfect speed, but not for me
Who you jumping off with?
Who you jumping off with?
Who you jumping off with now?
I almost said it
Standing next to the power lines
I almost said it
Standing next to the power lines
Who you getting off with now?
I almost said it
Who?
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Canary
03:38
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You didn’t even ask
About my broken wing
Even though I know you love to fix
Those pretty broken things
I got a little bit too high
For a little too far to fly
You didn’t even ask
About her perfect cage
Wrapped around her body
Wearing nothing but her age
I can’t look in the mirror these days
Without seeing all the years go by
I’m a coal mine canary
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Waiting for a glimpse of the sun
I’m covered head to toe in your dust, Boy
And though I try to hide it
You know I love it when you
Love it when you
Keep me quiet
I’m quiet in the backseat
Crying for Miami
Santa Clara, can’t you see?
I’m tired of getting over
Never getting sober, Margie
Margie
Your hands are bleeding for
Your old acrylic relics
You’re arranging on the floor
And there’s nothing left to light
When you’re burning it all down tonight
I’m a coal mine canary
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Waiting for a glimpse of the sun
I’m covered head to toe in your dust, Boy
And though I try to hide it
You know I love it when you
Love it when you
Keep me quiet
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7. |
Painted Lady
04:11
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Every time it hits my skin, I forget about him
Is that what keeps me under your arms?
The big top covered in
Covered in stars
You take me down a level
Back to the basement
Of incense and peppermints
Or wintergreen, I can’t remember
Anything before I let ya
Put your hands on me
And I don’t care that it’s wrong
I am stuck in the circus of your memory
Feel the burning permanent scars
I could be your painted lady
I could be whatever you want
Wash it down with lidocaine, we don’t feel no pain
Is that what keeps you coming back again?
The feeling before we were
Before we were friends
And every card I pull for you
Shows what you’re addicted to
The Priestess, The Empress,
Or nicotine, I can’t remember
Anything before I let ya
Leave your mark on me
And I don’t care that it’s wrong
I am stuck in the circus of your memory
Feel the burning permanent scars
I could be your painted lady
I could be whatever you want
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8. |
Blue Star
03:34
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The year flew over my head
In a champagne haze of cigarettes
If this is the start to the end of the world
I’m so glad I met you
There’s a map on this paper cup
And I hold my breath while he marks it up
All the memories flowing from a pen
He shows me everywhere he’s been
“But what’s the use,” he thinks,
“If only to come home again.”
Where are you Blue Star?
I can feel you over my head
‘Cause I’ve traveled too far
To lie alone in this Hotel Chelsea bed
I’ve been on this train before
But I was more alive the last time
And this dirty water
Won’t fill up my cup no more
So you follow all the lines and dots
To all the hollow empty spots
Where the memories flowing from a glass, your Baby Girl grew up too fast
“But what’s the use,” you think,
“At least there are some things that last.”
Where are you Blue Star?
I can feel you over my head
‘Cause I’ve traveled too far
To lie alone in this Hotel Chelsea
Pray the Rosary if it makes up for what you lack
Is she a cross around your neck or is she carried on your back?
Where are you Blue Star?
I can feel you over my head
‘Cause I’ve traveled too far
To lie alone in this Hotel Chelsea bed
I’ve been on this train before
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9. |
Pretty Girls
03:49
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How have you been feeling?
Are the walls closing in yet?
‘Cos my name’s still on your ceiling
Even when the world paints over it
And I have watched you
Ever since you were a kid on fire
And I have loved you
In every way except desire
I’m sorry the pretty girls don’t hear your songs
But they want to
I’m sorry the pretty girls don’t hear your songs
But they want to
They want to…
And I have missed you
In every way that friend could lose
Track of the time forever
Sitting an arm’s length away form you
I’m sorry the pretty girls don’t leave you space
But they want to
I’m sorry the pretty girls don’t leave you space
But they want to
They want to…
And I have watched you
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10. |
Mount Auburn
01:09
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11. |
Warehouses
04:24
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I’m locked out, I can’t get back in
Leaning on the shoulders of your mannequin
And she hates me, but I hate her too
The way she’s always moving and the way she stares at you
But I promised you I wouldn’t fall
In warehouses, in empty halls
On fire escapes with the ghosts of all my friends
Tonight instead I think I’ll hide under someone else’s darker side
Running into shadows, running back again
Did you place me on your pile of shit?
The things you’re making plans for, but evading it
But we lie here listening to them laugh
You say, “You know it’s real lovin’ when it sounds like that.”
But I promised you I wouldn’t fall
In warehouses, in empty halls
On fire escapes with the ghosts of all my friends
Tonight instead I think I’ll hide
Under someone else’s darker side
Running into shadows, running back again
I promised you I wouldn’t fall
In warehouses, in empty halls
On fire escapes with the ghost of my best friend
Tonight instead I think I’ll hide under someone else’s darker side
Running into shadows, running back again
I’m still running into shadows, running back again
I’m still running
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Gina Alibrio Portland, Maine
Gina Alibrio currently resides in Portland, Maine where in addition to being a session vocalist, is the front-woman for the locally popular band The Red Eye Flight Crew. The band features member of nationally acclaimed acts such as Sister Sparrow & the Dirty Birds and Jaw Gems. Atlas is her first full length solo release. ... more
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