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Human Nature
03:57
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Human Nature
what if we still walked barefoot, with no way of proving what we are?
with no reason to sit on a thrown,
without our families, we have no homes...
with no reason to leave, we keep going on the way we have
our minds are beautiful in their developed state,
so demented, that we hate
what is it that keeps us here?
when will I be free from fear?
where has all the darkness gone?
what was, stopped burning me
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Those Who Have Come And Gone
poisoned and pounded, there’s a flood of the choices they chose
men keep to, find comfort in a few simple pleasures
women work through, they wear masks of glue, trying to keep it together
secrets are frightening, but in notes and keys
what difference can we make of these?
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Dear, Heart
02:44
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Dear, Heart
waking up, fill my cup, with water
wake me up, wake me up, I wanna
I could dance off in my dreams
the devil would only smile on me
and turn my hands to dust
the devil’s still in my dreams, he’s still trying to dance with me
reading from a holy script,
it’s not like we’re dressed like this for nothing
I am like a purse, everything’s in reverse,
and you are a sea of wanting me
the truth takes hold, nobody is holy or clear
I can admit here that loving’s confusion
of action and theory, loving comes easy
if it’s not real to me, if no one else can see, that the devil’s only me...
he comes to you when you’re sleeping
he comes to you when you’re needing love
I am not torn or made, we are living promises
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Hymn For Him
03:17
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Hymn For Him
Father’s day, appropriate, I sing this hymn, this hymn for him
this hymn for the exiled...
he wasn’t a good man, but he wasn’t all bad
there he stays like the black and white in my
memory he fades to gray, and there he stays...
a little more each day the good fades to bad
and the good becomes a fantasy so easy
I listen to her tell me about a different daddy, may as well be mine...
and let the wind carry me away, this morning on father’s day
may as well be a day for the exiled
he is gone with no goodbye, he is gone, I’ve done my cryin’
he is gone, now it’s me who’s left dyin’, free
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Lullaby
02:47
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Lullaby (co-written by Jack Wilson)
lay your little head down next to me
dream of everything that you can be
close your eyes, and I’ll close mine
momma loved daddy then you came through
we’re gonna do the very best we can do
you’re bigger than the wave they’ll put on you
you’re bright because the stars they shine in you
well sleep on now for the work awaits
we’ve gotta give life, gotta take our place...
the sun will come morn and the stars will sleep,
and I will be here when you awake
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Native
03:27
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Native
what is a scene?
where nobody speaks from the heart
where I can only breathe
we enter the night alone
we are the deer, escape the knife
the arrow won’t pierce your fur, you are too swift
I will out run my will, to fall
I push the sounds from down at my feet
we are a stream, the river refuses none
what is a scene?
where nobody speaks from the heart
where I can only dream
I will out run my will
our hearts run on empty
spaces in between
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Wind Merchant
05:05
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Wind Merchant
I never was a merchant, or was I?
I sold the wind to sailors, oh please direct my sail
I’ve been lost for such a long time
I am like a painter, but I am not a painter
I like to paint with movement, I like to move my body
why do I have to choose between me and you?
living in this neo-renaissance, how I want to be a renaissance man
I never was a merchant, or was I?
I sold my wind to sailors, oh please direct my sail
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Old Revelry
03:00
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Old Revelry
I got a red truck, it’s making me think of the past
I got a butterfly, in a frame of gold and glass
what isn’t free, until you come along and free it?
what is free, if you cannot explain it?
X marks the spot, it’s all we’ve got
the treasure hunt has begun...
It’s not just magic happenstance
life’s a game of destiny and chance
my brother he was a child in my dream
a child he don’t know what to believe
I know I need no more things, I’m troubled by my greed
I know I need no more things, I’m troubled by these so many, many things
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Woodgrain
01:55
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Woodgrain
It’s like a wood grain in my mind all the time
and there’s a line for everything we say, okay
and I let the lines run all through me
like a birds beak on the leg of a tree
I let him run down the leg of the tree
like he runs through me
oh he runs through me
it’s like a wood grain in my mind all the time
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Mariko Ruhle Seattle, Washington
Mariko Ruhle, is a Seattle based musician/singer-songwriter from Santa Barbara, California and lead singer/guitarist of Nostalgic Rock band Temple Canyon.
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