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I've been wondering what this morning light will bring
And I've been trying to find a melody to sing
That could ease my mangled mind and set me free
I found a postcard that I wrote sometime ago
About the time the burning embers lost their glow
And though I keep it stowed away I keep it close
Walking down these broken roads
I can't even feel a thing
But I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in the wind
On the lonely mist that flows below my feet
I feel a sense that it will rise within the week
And it'll clear to show my path and lead me home
And I will take a chance to find the other side
You never wonder until your eyes are open wide
That this world could taste so sweet
How can it be?
Walking down these broken roads
I can't even feel a thing
But I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it in the wind
Now it's coming close to dawn
The sun is rising to my chest
Mother mother sing your song
Put my soul to rest
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Hollow of my soul
04:29
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The morning is red from the rocks in my head
The morning is red from the rocks in my head
And the call of the wind rested gently on my skin
A fox made a home in the hollow of my soul
A fox made a home in the hollow of my soul
And the sky fell like rain and it seemed to call my name
In a split second wore me down, wore me down
To my soul, to my bones
If my feet are firm to the ground, to the ground
Let me sink so nobody else will know
I dug a hole for a hundred years I'm told
I dug a hole for a hundred years or so
And the world went on by in the twinkling of an eye
In a split second wore me down, wore me down
To my soul, to my bones
If my feet are firm to the ground, to the ground
Let me sink so nobody else will know
On my own, far from home
To live my life, on the open road
If you'd care, to guide me there
I could reach on 'tward that paradise on high
The whispers and wine of an old forgotten time
The whispers and wine of an old forgotten time
And it pulled upon my heart and it seemed to leave a mark
In a split second wore me down, wore me down
To my soul, to my bones
If my feet are firm to the ground, to the ground
Let me sink so nobody else will know
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Long way from our home
02:49
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Lately my heart has felt so cold
Like the misty farm just down the road
That stands as it did so long ago
Surrounded by those but still alone
But she is a candle in the night
Leading me with a warm and gentle light
She in a mortal mask and I
Wrapped within some suffocating lie
And it seems that it won't be the same no more
Nothing feels like it did in the years before
So pack your bags and make your way through the front door
We're a long long long way from our home
Though I might stumble in the rain
Covered in all the muddy pain
She knows my heart and knows my name
And I know my darling just the same
And it seems that it won't be the same no more
Nothing feels like it did in the years before
So pack your bags and make your way through the front door
We're a long long long way from our home
So if we're called on 'tward to roam
Leave behind all that we've ever known
I will sing no matter where we go
For in her eyes is where I find my home
And it seems that it won't be the same no more
Nothing feels like it did in the years before
So pack your bags and make your way through the front door
We're a long long long way from our home
And it seems that it won't be the same no more
Nothing feels like it did in the years before
So pack your bags and make your way through the front door
We're a long long long way from our home
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Now that it's spring
03:14
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If I'd known you would go
I would keep my heart at arms length
And I'd grit my teeth in my sleep
Sometimes in the night
I can see the moon paint my path
And lead my feet home in the dark
Now that it's spring I see you leaving
Along with the wattle and the rain
Though you are gone you will be living
And I'll bet we will meet again
I've even felt the burning pain
Of a cold dark morn' frozen blue
From a dim small box that was for you
Now that it's spring I see you leaving
Along with the wattle and the rain
Though you are gone you will be living
And I'll bet we will meet again
I've been thinking lately just what it means to be free
Is it found in some new state of mind that I just can't see?
If this is all that we have left will you stand right by me
And follow this river that winds its way down to the sea?
We never thought it was true
There was nothing more that we could do
No other way than that which was new
Now that it's spring I see you leaving
Along with the wattle and the rain
Though you are gone you will be living
And I'll bet we will meet again
And I'll bet we will meet again
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No I did not mind just when you said you'd go
Nor the day you left me on my own
For I have travelled fifty miles on an old and dusty road
Guess I'm bound to walk a hundred more
Even if the moon could turn the tide
There is no chance it could draw me by your side
Nor could it warm your heart or make you change your mind
I guess it's just goodbyes this time around
I've been dreaming though our days are gone
Photographs all living in a song
And they brighten up the hallways and the stairwells in this home
Until I find that I'm here on my own
So it came to dawn I saw the dew
Saddled up my horse to ride on through
And onto that horizon I will set my gaze upon
And so my love I'm coming home to you
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Benoit Melbourne, Australia
Benoit is a Folk singer-songwriter hailing from the Eastern hills of Melbourne. The music of Benoit is melodic and reflective, with soulful lyrics. Benoit provokes his audience to consider another perspective and think deeply about the everyday things of life. In relating to the human condition and the issues of the day, Benoit seeks to present another narrative, one full of beauty, love and life. ... more
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