1. |
||||
|
I didn’t run, I didn’t scream
I didn’t want to make a scene
Too many years I’ve kept the peace
You can’t put my fire out
Too long you’ve lived inside my mind
You paid no rent, you stole my time
Now I’m taking back what’s mine
You can’t put my fire out
You never cease to poke and prod
Enumerate my every flaw
But you can take it up with God
You can’t put my fire out
I taste your words inside my mouth
Like broken glass I spit them out
I’m the one who’s speaking now
You can’t put my fire out
I’m taking back my apologies
for every time that you hurt me
Your red hands I can plainly see
You can’t put my fire out
Well something set my heart ablaze
Now your shouting only fans the flames
I won’t listen til you say my name
You can’t put my fire out
|
||||
2. |
Tin Man
04:19
|
|||
|
Boltcutters, sledgehammer or a battering ram
I even tried a few quick turns from a bent up bobby pin
Tell me darling, why don’t you just let me in
Am I banging on the hollow chest of a man made of tin
There’s an emptiness inside you
You don’t even know it’s there
It was left off the blueprints
Like the crawlspace under the stair
Everybody says that you’re just the strong and silent type
No one seems to understand that your pain becomes mine
Red blisters, a few splinters, and a blackened eye
You learned how to bite your lip cause daddy said boys don’t cry
You tightened your grip and calloused up your hands
Hoping once the work was done that he’d call you a man
You’d hang around the shop sometimes at the end of a long day
But he’d just lock away his tools, he never seemed to meet your gaze
The feeling he denied you, you still are pining for
But you don’t seem to understand that his pain became yours
Ooo
Even the tin man was searching for a heart
Whenever people ask you, you’ve always said you’re fine
But you’re the last one to know that you’ve been telling a lie
Cause when you’re tossing in your sleep I hear the loneliness inside
And you don’t seem to understand that your pain becomes mine
Every morning you leave without saying goodbye
Your coffee on the countertop growing cold by my side
|
||||
3. |
Something Real
04:10
|
|||
|
Watch the dying embers float to the sky
Hear the creatures calling out soft and wild
The silence doesn’t need my meaningless words
Like plugging up a well with cheap fill dirt
Holding this guitar makes me think of Tom
He would open up the circle make you feel you belong
A river flowing cleaves the stone apart
This pain has carved a canyon into my heart
Someone give me a song to sing that sounds like something real
I want the whole world to know exactly how I feel
All of the hinges so stiff with rust
I always thought that I just wasn’t strong enough
Throw open the windows of my shuttered soul
Let the thunder and the rain and the breezes blow
We suffer from a wound, a wound called love
From some other victim or God above
It bleeds and it yearns, it festers and burns
And music is the closest thing I know to a cure
This vibration inside your throat
It travels the air as a heavenly note
I get this feeling deep in my bones
When I sing with you I feel less alone
The hotel lobby or the Grand Old Opry
I only want to sing the truth
I don’t care who’s listening out there
I only want to sing with you
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
Dig up the stubborn roots of the english ivy vines
Sift through the yellowed papers and sort them into files
Keeping things tidy now can help you fill the time
That stretched out before you the moment your dream died
The cupboards are bare it seems you’ve lost your appetite
Life lost its sweetness along with your stillborn child
The lines in the mirror growing deep and more defined
Your glory faded long before it had the chance to shine
Most of our dreams don’t come true
And after that what do you do
Seems the hardest part of letting go
Is having nothing left to hold
The seats all are empty now and the curtain is drawn
No one’s here to witness if you’re right or if you’re wrong
Can’t you find a reason now that you should carry on
Backstage in the dark it’s between you and your God
When you park the car and walk right past the sign that says dead end
This is when your real journey truly begins
This is when you leave behind all the petty things
This is when you stand up tall and finally shed your skin
|
||||
5. |
Spilt Milk
05:41
|
|||
6. |
Circadian
03:19
|
|||
|
The fireflies a-blinking cannot seem to find their mates
The birds a-flying south cannot seem to find their way
They’re blinded by the lights
The city’s halo night
And they’re lost and lonely as I am
Sitting by the seaside hear the crashing of the waves
The tidal flow keeps time with the passing of the days
The beating of a drum
It beckons you to come
To dance to these rhythms circadian
Just below the surface is a song
Waiting for us to sing along
The music the world made before we
Drowned it all out with these machines
Boxed wine and stories over candle-lit card cames
The power went out and I learned my neighbor’s names
The snow had fallen deep
It quieted the streets
And I felt a precious sense of peace
|
||||
7. |
The Hustle
03:27
|
|||
|
You put full-color flyers on every pole in town
Ran an ad in the paper and your best friend clipped it out
On opening day the bright balloons all reached up for the sky
Now they’re down on the ground getting kicked around by the people passing by
Hold your head up high
It’s fake it til you make it so try to crack a smile
There’s no shortcuts on this road you chose so hang on another mile
Put a spring in your step when your daddy co-signed the loan
And you toasted a beer at Jenny’s on your way home
Then he threw out his back trying to lift the fridge up the stairs
And it would break his poor old heart to see all these empty chairs
Well everybody told you
if you build it they will come
But no one said just who
And no one said where from
The hustle is a lonely place
|
||||
8. |
Driftwood
03:45
|
|||
|
I should be a grateful heart
For I’ve auditioned for the part
I’ve mouthed the words and pious kneeled
But I can’t change the way I feel
My throat is parched my knuckles sore
From endless pounding at the door
No one answers anymore
The fruit is rotten to the core
See them swimming wild and free
While I’m wading ankle deep
Pick me up and toss me in
See if I will sink or swim
Why should I get out of bed
When I must do it all again
How should I arrange my time
Can’t see the reason or the rhyme
Behold the most majestic tree
Branches yearning righteously
I’m not thriving as I should
Dry and hollow as old driftwood
|
||||
9. |
Rising Tide
04:33
|
|||
|
This disease and its gnashing teeth
It brings me to my knees
Makes me bow before God
I’m not proud that that’s what it took
To make me believe what’s in every good book
All these chemicals that made you sick
Wanna find the man who made them and show this to him
The long lonesome hallways and the ruined plans
The look in your eyes and the trembling hands
I tried to be patient like my mother but I can’t be
We ran aground now honey, sit tight and hope
we’ll float out on the rising tide
You said the breeze it feels oh so sweet
But you must be getting old cause it’s something old folks say
As a measure of time well, what good is age
It takes so many years to learn to hold on the days
They can pour all this money down the hole in your side
But all the money on wall street these tears can’t dry
They’ve got plans for our pockets, cigarettes for our lungs
Poison for our babies and bullets for our guns
I am a cog in this machine
That ruins lives of people unseen
I can’t stop it but Lord, let me try
It’s a sad, sad feeling comes to visit at night
|
||||
Letitia VanSant Baltimore, Maryland
Letitia VanSant is a singer-songwriter from Baltimore, Maryland.
If you like Letitia VanSant, you may also like:
supported by 9 fans who also own “Circadian”
This album is so soothing. Always puts me in a good mood.
go to album
supported by 8 fans who also own “Circadian”
Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe.
go to album
I Don't Like My Chances On The Outside
by lilo
The London-based duo's intimate folk music explores love, friendship, and loss.
go to album
Family Album
by Stephen Simmons
Nashville Americana artist Stephen Simmons reaches deep into his own family tree for an album of clear-eyed, open-hearted storytelling.
go to album
The Open Road - Arizona Amp & Alternator
by Howe Gelb
The prolific Arizona songwriter's latest is a scrapbook of the past five years of work.
go to album
Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You
by Big Thief
supported by 7 fans who also own “Circadian”
Choosing a favorite track for this one is honestly impossible. 9.5/10
go to album
