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Chrysalis
00:29
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Bad Butterflies
02:59
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Do you see those dancers way up in the sky?
Well I am not great at dancing but you really showed me how
To be in love
To be taller than the trees
and ask for what I need
And do you hear those voices singing poison in your ears?
And do you listen closely or do you tell them to retreat?
And what about me?
Am I ready to face the changes in front of me?
Sunrise sunset
Bad butterflies
S
S
Sink
Ing
Parachute to safety but the fabrics torn in two
What do I do?
I’m tearing in two. What do I do?
I’m tearing in two. What do I do?
I’m tearing in two. What do I do?
And when I look in that mirror
I don’t like what I see
but I’m fighting off resentment letting go of jealousy
Because that isn’t me
I am shape shifting, I’m shedding my old feelings
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3. |
Apricot
04:29
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All I touch is changing me
All I see is painted green
I want to hide
No way, baby
I'm soft like an apricot
my mind is my enemy
and I bruise easily, I bruise easily
but why can't I have any fun
'cause my body holds handprints stained with blood
so I'll sit this one out, sorry I'm staying home
I'm not in the mood tonight, or any night
Give it back, the silly laughter of the first night I got stoned
Give it back, the nervous jitters when I looked you in the eyes
Give it back, the satisfaction of my hips moving just right
Give it back, give it back, give it back
I'm sharp like a cactus
I grow through the cement
I push past all the dirt
So don't get too close
but why can't I have any fun
'cause my body holds handprints stained with blood
so I'll sit this one out, sorry I'm staying home
I'm not in the mood tonight, or any night
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4. |
Buckle Up Baby
02:23
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The sun was shining when I woke up today
But I felt like crying ‘cause my life is slipping away
The car keeps driving but my soul is far behind
Buckle up, baby, we will make it out alright.
I miss the life that we built in that small apartment
Those walls held our love in embrace ‘till we needed changes
The car keeps driving but my soul is far behind
Buckle up, baby, we will make it out alright.
The car keeps driving but my soul is far behind
Buckle up, baby, we will make it out alright.
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5. |
Rational Reaction
03:49
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Cut it all off
Cut it all out
Rational reaction
Take a step back
Take a step down
Sit on the couch
Magnolia tree
Blossom and die in just four weeks
Still I regret the petals I plucked close myself off
From the sun
Others will come with affection but still I want what I can have
Too explosive
These emotions
Rational attraction
Be elusive
Be the cowboy
Secrets are power
Secrets are power
Secret power
Somewhere between a stranger and a friend
It’s easier to be alone
Too soon to know if the story could grow
I’ll make it up inside my head
Just passing through
A season of you, magnolia bloom
Cut it all off
Cut it all out
Rational reaction
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6. |
Whispered Afternoons
02:25
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Wiggling around
Feeling kinda down
Slept like a fight
Never enough time
Try to change my mind
Drowning on Sunday
Ooohhh don’t look back
Ooohhh sand in my eyes
Can’t handle the weight of dreams
Yearning through whispered afternoons
Put me inside the painting
I could become a background piece
Too many stars and light leaks
It’s overwhelming to my skin
Just lock the door from the inside
Oohhh don’t look back
Oohhh sand in my eyes
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7. |
Someone Else
02:47
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Don’t call me baby
I’m not your lady anymore
I won’t come crying,
won’t come knocking at your door
A year has passed, funny how things change
No need for labels, but things just aren't the same
Talking to the clock
Hearing my heart beat, without the other one
Right next to me
Go sparrow go catch a worm
You know it won’t hurt too much
If you fall out the nest
If you fall out the tree on to someone else
Go be your best
Shine bright and fresh with someone else
I’m trying to learn
How to just be friends
When the sound of your voice
Feels like home to me
No need for sorrow
It’s been written in the winds
But don’t call me baby
I’m not your lady anymore
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8. |
Bird Talk
01:11
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As I lie waiting for minds like skies to clear
I wait for the words that prophets hear
No need to hide as the stars like lasers scavenge through the night
I fall before I slip into deep sleep
Next to you worried thoughts are numbed and quieted
No need to hide
As the stars like lasers scavenge through…
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9. |
Mourning Seeds
03:42
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Staring at the seeds I planted
Hoping that they’ll grow even an inch
But in frustration I trampled the soil
don’t know why
Thinking about the ways of mourning
Memories I let slip from my mind
Now sadness comes in small fragments all the time
I’m still catching my breath from the tumble we took
Wrapped up all of my feelings in a ball of yarn
It’s unraveling
It’s not my house, it’s not my house any more
It’s not my home, since she walked through the door
But we charred pieces of ourselves that cannot be ignored
Sitting on the kitchen counter
coffee pot I bought that you still use
Photos of our friends, are they still with you?
Am I too?
I’m still catching my breath from the tumble we took
Wrapped up all of my feelings in a ball of yarn
It’s unraveling
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10. |
Strange Times
03:41
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Strange times are all it means to be alive
Seeking comfort in a others arms
The city offers concrete charms
When all our friends have come and gone
Do you remember how to be alone?
If I woke without a song to sing
Could I keep floating through everything?
Would I learn to survive?
Growing pains written in the trees
Read like journals I used to keep
Age expanding spiral through
Like the shadows between me and you
If I shiver like a leaf in fall
I’ll still remember all
Would I learn to survive?
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11. |
Pink Lady
03:20
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Who are you?
When will we meet?
On Saturday or in a couple of weeks?
I feel it coming, manifesting a little win for me
Pink lady, apple of my eye
Pink Lady, take me out tonight
Save me from my own brain for a while
Because I’m stuck, I’ve forgotten how to smile
Who are you?
Mystery man, mystery girl I want you
Maybe I’m being selfish but it’s my turn
Spent so long worrying about them and not thinking about what I need
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12. |
Music and Heart
04:01
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Well the evening cries and the shadows toss and turn in the changing light
Think I’ll rest my legs, been a long day of standing on my feet
‘Cause it’s hard to be young in San Francisco
Yeah, it’s hard to be young and be in love with the music and heart
But we love you San Francisco
Been asleep all year, stayed inside and hibernated with my fears
Maybe now it’s time to go outside and drink in that pink sunlight
But it’s hard to be young in San Francisco
Yeah, it’s hard to be young and be in love with the music and heart
But we love you San Francisco
And all the houses I could never afford
Still bring me comfort ‘cause they’ve been around for so long
I’ll build a castle that leads to another world
Collage of colors in a city of fog
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13. |
Familiar
02:13
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With you there’s no ending
Only passing of time
You’re so familiar like the blankets I had as a child
Pages keep on turning
In this endless novel
If I grow tired of this story I’ll write my own book
Fall into pieces put them back together again
Fall out of love
but the windows open in a new way
Deserts oceans I want to meet you
Nice to see you smile
With you there’s no ending
Only passing of time
You’re so familiar like the blankets I had as a child
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Marika Christine San Francisco, California
Marika is inspired by nature, relationships, and the highs and lows of being human. Classic folk rock songwriting with a sprinkle of weird psychedelic vibes. Whimsical nostalgia pop
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