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My Irish Cleopatra
03:59
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I woke up in Boston
Late and hungover
I crawled through Allston
as it began to stir
I crept down Harvard Avenue
blinking fast and sweating beer
The T came rolling past me
wicked pissah to my ear
We shared a pizza
sat there for a while
the sun was shining
you had pesto in your smile
til I get back to Harlem
over land or over sea
until I see you darling
I will clutch that memory
Load out from the show
pack up the car
pick up the phone
til the lonely leaves my bones
your voice alone can guide me
Here I go now
I'm on my way back home
I'm like Julius Caesar
within sight of Rome
My Irish Cleopatra
sitting in your golden throne
a battered thrift shop armchair
I carried on the subway home
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2. |
Words and Images
03:25
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In the secret things I think about with no one else around
there are lots of insecurities and things that make me frown
I am awkward meeting people and I'm often tightly wound
There's some stuff about flamingos which I think are really weird
and if I'm on the subway I'll admire a bushy beard
and yes, I'm planning out our wedding, just like you probably feared
We will build a forest cabin and we'll fill it up with books
there'll be several comfy armchairs and a couple secret nooks
and we'll kiss a lot in public and receive some dirty looks
We will have a favourite restaurant we'll visit once a week
where the waiters know our names and so the bill is always cheap
we'll be making love at midnight when the children are asleep
I get stuck in words and images
and finding ways to say I'm in love with you
I try so hard to be original
I lose the picture in the frame
I will write a song with G and C and sing it all the time
I won't focus on the metaphor or try to make it rhyme
nor will I shy from the cliche that I am yours and you are mine
I will age like a whiskey in the cellar of your grace
with our love digging ditches in the lines of your face
and my heart forever fuller, never running out of space
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3. |
This Is
05:25
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This is the room that we'll remember
when we look back on this time
the curtain rod I stepped on, taped back together
is bent but proudly holding on
These are the sheets we bought together
after dating for a year
you picked out the colour, you picked out the pattern
I picked out the girl who picked them out
This is the childhood home
where our love grew up
it's full of dirty cups
These are the fights that never matter
and these are words we shouldn't use
you slammed the door, the picture fell,
its frame was cracked in two
This is our love in its teenage years
full of fire and doubt
it just needs to let it out
This is our love growing up too fast
god I need more time
don't let this pass me by
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Hiraeth
04:30
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In the woods behind the house
we ran around while waving wooden swords
All trampolines and sour grapes
the summers gave us all they could afford
We stayed up until three and went outside to look at the stars
with nobody there to protest if we said they were ours
We grew apart all through our teens
by college we had sold the trampoline
The swords grew dusty on the shelves
and we grew old all by ourselves
I still think of you when I go out to look at the stars
You live miles away but I know you are never that far
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Joe Holt New York, New York
Joe is a folk singer/songwriter originally from England, whose music was praised by Obscure Sound as "stirring, eloquent songwriting," and by Ear to the Ground as "the real deal when it comes to folk songwriting." His music has been featured twice on NPR. He lives in New York City. ... more
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