1. |
The Ballad of Bʌfdɔg
03:01
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I was born in the fall of '76
And the spring of 10,000 B.C.
I was lining the ocean with fossils
When you sang me the first lullaby
When do I get to be me?
While you were singing
I dreamed of something new
Love was much stronger there
While you were singing
I saw my life in you
Why was I wiser there?
When you told me that love was the mother tongue
I spoke with it all that I knew
When do I get to be me?
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2. |
The First Lullaby
03:52
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I like to say you're not real, but I know I am
You like to say I'm not real, but you know you are
I'm just afraid I won't be there waiting for you
You're just afraid you won't be there waiting for me
Please, please see me clearly
Please, speak a language that is new
So I may see myself in your eyes
Once, once I was blind
I felt your braille beneath my feet
Where have you gone
Between the lines of the fabled and the weak?
All, all of this time, has it been ...
I've been here before, yeah
I've been here before
Trapped within this immortal rhythm
I've been here before, yeah
I've been here before
Trapped within this immortal rhythm
I've read all the myths
I can't read anymore
Why is everything so frail?
In your hands, I am whole
A fresh suit for mourning
I'm just afraid you won't be there waiting for me
You're just afraid I won't be there waiting for you
Please, please in your eyes,
Please show me there, I cannot know
Myself without, reflection seen
I am just gone
Shadow of the dust, into the air
I'm disappearing into ground
Yes, yes I have been here before
Yes, yes I have been here before
Ah ...
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3. |
Etemenanki
04:42
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You tell me dear, I deserve to sleep in the shadows
At the foot of your temple dear
I've slept before these outer walls
Praying to Jupiter
To relieve me of myself
Jupiter, Jupiter, under your reign
I'm crying, don't you hear my name?
I told you, dear, of the time when I became broken
At the foot of your temple dear
Yes, I've slept before these outer walls
Dreaming of your chariot
Drawn by four horses with poison in their mouths
Wielding flood and fire behind you
Rewarded by the gate to God
Rewarded by the gate to God
Rewarded by the gate to God
I'm returning to the city where I was born
So I can live my past
Away from all your written power
That you may let your slaves toil
Build to the sky, the tower of your sin
Marduk, I am just a broken woman
On fertile land
I'm crying, don't you hear my name?
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4. |
Oh, how I've loved you
03:25
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Oh, how I've loved you
Oh, how I've loved you
I am just a vessel within
I am nothing beyond my skin
I'm lost between the water and the stone
I'm lost between the water and the stone
You and I are nothing
I'll find myself in others
I'm blinded by what I know to be real
You and I are nothing
So you tell me in your dreams
Oh, how I've tried to stay awake
You and I are nothing
So you tell me in your dreams
Oh, how I've tried to stay awake
I don't know who I am without my shame
I don't know who I am without my shame
I don't know who I am without my shame
I don't know who I am
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5. |
Fell to stone
04:07
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When I left the tabernacle
You stopped me on my way
Your eyes done up in pink and green
There were voices in the rain
Soft in what they had to say
They were telling me
Of the brotherhood they'd seen
And what was left of me
As I called to you
My voice came in strong
And I was freed of every
bondage of my will
You were sweet but resolute
As you offered me your hand
And as we shed our sense of selves
We fell to stone
As we shed our sense of selves
We fell to stone
I am not held to you
As you are not held to me
My power comes from you and you alone
And the stories of our souls
Your death became real
The death of fantasy
Don't leave me to bury you
Alone
Leave me behind
In this catacomb
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6. |
Interlude
04:00
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7. |
This dream
06:34
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When this dream should end
Will it be nothing more than the end of a dream?
Nothing more than the dream that it's been
Is it right for me to tell you
If you keep me waiting any longer
Is it right for me to see
To see you with love?
Is it right for me to keep this memory of
This dream
Or will it be, just what it means to me
When this dream should end
Will it be more than the end of a dream?
More than the dream that it's been
Is it right for me to tell you, then
If you don't keep me waiting any longer
Is it right for me to see
To see you with love?
Is it right for me to keep this memory of
This dream
Or will it be, more than it means to me
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8. |
Torn and Flayed
03:26
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And in my head, the scene is never-ending
The one without you on the screen
And I'm the only one who knows the ending
And all of the roles are played by me
I'd much prefer to believe in my own innocence
Of driving all my actors insane
And while I'm lying in a bed of hope and charity
Torn and flayed by a god manmade
Torn and flayed by a god manmade
And only then did a peace come o'er me
When I finally could not find myself in you
And stripping off the script on the boiler plate
Did I believe in a flesh that was new
Did I believe in a flesh that was new
And in these walls; they are hollow and lonely
I'm making friends with a voice inside my room
And it's laughing in a theater of my memories
Yes, I believe in a flesh that is new
Yes, I believe in a flesh that is new
Yes, I believe in a flesh that is new
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9. |
Variation 1
04:37
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If it wasn't for the sands, I'd have left long ago
If it wasn't for the clouds and the rain
If it wasn't for the thousands of cracked leaves in the fall
Their broken skin reminds me of my own
But I tire of the wind, and its elusive grasp
That whispers through the mountains
I have listened
But every stone is worn
In this river bed
No skin beneath the waves
I've nothing left to save
Apple orchard that was my home
Deer-eaten fruit in the grass
And that garden grown on love and loam
You and I could grow in kind
Beyond this garden I have known
You and I could grow in kind
Beyond this garden I have known
If it wasn't for the sun, I'd have fled from this time
But I've held on to something unknown
And if it wasn't for the trees, I'd have left long ago
But every stone is worn
In this river bed
No skin beneath the waves
I've nothing left to save
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10. |
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When I'm lost I know
Love is but an art
Young with ancient stories
Here before it's born
And when you're here I see
A sun and an eclipse
Together in one message
That's told through broken lips
I've seen you in the light
I've seen my life in you
I said you were a lesson
But one I thought was new
And what if this was real?
And all I've felt was true?
Would any of it matter?
What would it mean to you?
I am losing sight
Of the god I thought I knew
But maybe I'm just finding
A new glass to look through
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Kate Koenig Brooklyn, New York
Kate Koenig is a very hungry experimental folk caterpillar that eats Fleet Foxes’ progressivism and Kate Bush's iconoclasticism and Jeff Buckley’s zeal and Nick Drake’s disenchantment, and is still eating while you read this bio. They are also a fierce advocate for mental health awareness, which comes out in the deeply personal, introspective theater of their music. ... more
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