1. |
Introduction
02:33
|
|||
2. |
||||
|
I Wasn't Sure What I Meant
I said it twice in the conversation
I wasn't sure what I meant
I said it twice in the conversation
I wasn't sure what I meant
I said, "We all live like grass
Some things will come to pass."
We went camping in the rain
And our coats were soaked for days
And the birds are fed with love
And they know that it's enough
I said it twice in the conversation
I wasn't sure what I meant
I said it twice in the conversation
I wasn't sure what I meant
I said, "We all live for love
To praise the God above."
We went deep inside a cave
and our echoes rang with praise
And the birds know where the air is warm
But they know that's not their home
And the birds are fed with love
And they know that it's enough
And the birds are fed with love
And they know that it's enough
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
The Crooked Shape (My Heart)
Your name finds a place in each poem I write
And it falls from my lips as I whisper at night
I’m hugging my pillow
And holding my phone
Because I’m missing you here
And when you’re here, I’m home
Coffee on Mondays never taste quite as good
and the sunsets and rooftops don’t look like they should
My one-person hammock
Lets me know I’m alone
Because I’m missing you here
When you’re here, I’m home
And she holds my heart, the crooked shape that we carved into the wall
My heart, as we fell asleep in the hammock in the rain
I wrote a sappy love song, it’s not something I normally do
Just know that if you’re missing me there that I’m missing you too
And she holds my heart, the crooked shape that we carved into the wall
My heart, as we fell asleep in the hammock in the rain
|
||||
4. |
You Don't Really Care
03:13
|
|||
|
You Don’t Really Care
Well I paint with poems and the colors never fade
but the wind will throw my canvas in the rain
and I dance with words and the moonlight is my melody
I'm holding out my hand for you to dance with me
But you don’t really care for words
You know I tried
Well you fell like love and never heard the floor
and you said to me that you never wanted more
but you made like love and left me all alone
so I’ll write my songs and wait for you to come home
But you don’t really care for words
You know I tried
|
||||
5. |
Relentless
03:51
|
|||
|
Relentless
She was captivating
He loved her like the sun
Loves the deep dark ocean
He saw his face reflecting
In the tears welled in her eyes
As he asked her to be his bride
She danced with him in daylight
She twirled amongst the beams
Of light that poured between the trees
But just before the wedding
Hiding in the shade
His bride gave herself away
So weeping in the garden
Falling to his knees
He prayed “please, take this cup from me”
And in His final question
Hands nailed to a tree
Eli cried, “lema sabacthani!”
The father crushed the temple
The wrath of God unleashed
He saw his face reflecting
In the tears welled in her eyes
As he asked her to be his bride
|
||||
6. |
A New Ghost
03:19
|
|||
|
A New Ghost
The streets are keeping water from the rain
They don’t care to store it in the drains
It keeps flooding and flowing the same
The kids who drink the water from the streets
are lead by ghosts who preach deceit
They’re bathing their bleeding bodies
because oh it’s harder
when my old ghosts
find this heart their home
but “Abba Father!”
I cry when I receive
The new ghost that leads me
I feel like bricks are strapped against my chest
The weight is softening my breath
I'm dumbfounded, demon possessed
He took those bricks and laid them in the grass
A road that never sees my past
A new life, a narrower path
but oh it’s harder
when my old ghosts
find this heart their home
but “Abba Father!”
I cried when I received
The new ghost that leads me
Salvation lies behind a rolling stone
My hands are lifted toward the throne
singing “Abba I’m coming home!”
|
||||
7. |
It's Been so Long
03:41
|
|||
8. |
Whirlwind
04:55
|
|||
9. |
Hold On
05:23
|
|||
|
Hold On
A father without a child
now sleeps until the dawn
was strong but now he’s splitting at the seams
the son who knew the word
found pleasure in the dirt
he was broken like the bottles in the street
He said “hold on to the bottles on the wall
their empty as the nights I spend alone
and hold on to the bottles on the wall
because everything is dying in the sun”
a boy with soft brown eyes
saw her walking by the creek
he stumbled in the mud, they both fell in
now he's grown eyes of stone
he finds her bathing in the street
the boy could only watch her fall apart
she said “hold on to the love that you can feel
even if you know that it won’t last
and hold on to the love that you can feel
because everything is ruined by the dirt”
A thief who lived for pain
and lied until his death
was dead until he was dying on a cross
the King who knew his name
was dying with him too
His tears were as innocent a His blood
he said “hold on to the nails inside your hands,
the suffering is something we both share
and hold on to the nails inside your hands,
Because everything that is broken will be made new
|
||||
10. |
These Eyes
04:20
|
|||
|
These Eyes
A baby bird died on my porch
and it freaked me out, so I kicked it in the yard
The sunlight peaks between the dangling leafs
Tree trunks hum a song of the summer breeze
I sit inside and watch the seasons pass
and orange leafs fall when it’s fall at last
And the light from the window made shadows
that I had never seen before
I guess the sun set lower in the sky
And the light from the window made shadows that I had never seen before
I got the news the other day
that you needed love, so you threw your life away
That baby bird won’t fly, and it sure won’t sing
No use for flight when you’ve got rotting wings
The devil knows that I can’t stand the sights I see
He says, "if sin is death then I guess you’re dead to me"
And the light from the window made shadows
that I had never seen before
I guess the sun set lower in the sky
And the light from the window made shadows that I had never seen before
The grass in the meadow will bow down
and worship the man who made the rain
to bless the thirsty spring
The grass in the meadow will bow down
and wither like the men who prayed for rain
to bless the thirsty spring
|
||||
Boyhood Bravery Indianapolis, Indiana
Boyhood Bravery is an independent acoustic folk band known for their creative personality and their artistic approach to lyrics.
If you like Boyhood Bravery, you may also like:
if no one else cares, why should I care?
by Good Good Blood
Pairing lo-fi indie rock with silvery folk instrumentation, the self-described "bedroom pop wizard" casts a cozy, poignant spell.
go to album
The In-Between
by Dolly Valentine
Beautiful ballads wreathed with mist, “The In-Between” boasts gentle melodies and rich Americana arrangements.
go to album
Between The Blades
by Libby Rodenbough
Libby Rodenbough brings a warm, intimate touch to traditional country-folk songwriting on her latest LP.
go to album
Callahan’s latest both comforts and unnerves.
go to album
Delicate and personal folk-pop from Castle Theater: honest observations and reflections presented as thoughtful, well-written miniatures.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jul 12, 2022
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 25, 2022
go to album
