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Paper Mache
04:23
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Since my father's voice
Since his strumming fingers
My mother's mime class tapes
her scherenschnitte scissors
Paper Mache, Paper Mache
My mom a hero in that day
She made puppets for her pay
We filled our stomachs in that way
In my pale pink dress
singing "Apple Red Happiness"
never wondering what was next
never wondering what was next
Since three indian sisters
Peter Blaire's long fingers
Making my hands dream
He taught Piano
We bought him groceries
I felt he believed in me
I felt he believed in me
I was just a child, just a 5 yr. old child
that's when I decided
I wanted to be a songwriter
I was just a child, just a 21 yr. old child
that's when I decided
I wanted to be a music maker
Since I first heard hope
in the style of illumination
still don't know what I found
in those Psalms of David
"as the deer pants for
the water so my soul..."
well I don't know what I pant for
but I long for it all the more.
Second star still in sight
I climb back in my window
with Peter Pan at my side
I realize I am older
but this flying won't subside
I am only growing bolder
and I will always be a child
I will always be a child
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Wild Ideas
01:56
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Must our bodies be
a mere prison to keep
our rebel hearts that
generate grand ideas?
You don't value what you love.
armed to the teeth
with reasons you believe
outweigh your own.
Chasing your tail will wear you thin
why do your fingers dig in?
why not let yourself win
once in a while?
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Some people say I move to fast
What's the hurry honey?
Don't you want it to last?
Well, I change my mind like I change hats,
and I can't find a lover that can get down with that.
Eccentric. Neurotic. Ain't no narcotic that can fix a girl and make her just the way you like. Well, I wouldn't care too much about it since that's what they call
a woman who fights.
Ooooooooh oooh a woooooooo. oooh a woooh ooooh.
There've been times when I felt free
not a soul pickin' on me.
Her sweet angelic eyes
warm, kind inviting thighs...
And in those days my bed was full
home filled with Rock n' Roll.
Makes a poor girl wonder when
such great luck might strike again.
Ooooooooh oooh a woooooooo. oooh a woooh ooooh.
But these days I must confess
I'd rather please myself than impress.
And when the push would come to shove
I'd shove your theories about love
Down into a fiery pit
where they can warm the hearts of other foolish men.
Ooooooooh oooh a woooooooo. oooh a woooh ooooh.
Ain't no woman born with the powers to please
Only the power to call it just as she sees
If you're looking for the woman of your dreams
she wanders the streets of your eternal sleep.
.........Some people say I move too faaaaast......
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Don't Ask Why
01:50
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Said I didn't want many hands on me
tryin' to turn myself into somebody
but I couldn't hide
love was on the line
i couldn't hide
love was on the line
Coulda' told you it would work out this way
had to give it a shot anyway
you're not supposed to run once love has begun
you're not supposed to run, but I.....wanna run
Never could get my timing right
tried my best to put up a fight
you can't delay once love is underway
you can't delay, but I .....want to anyway
Sorta terrified of being loved
know somebody loves me
know not why I'm loved
you don't ask why when love is on the line.
you don't ask why....
but I need to know why......
and I would never ask for you to stay
I know that you shouldn't anyway
no point in beggin'
no point in regrettin'
sometimes love just don't work out that a way........
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The Permanence Fallacy
04:28
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I'll keep on asking
why it is the way that it is
and you'll keep on telling me
this will pass too. this will pass too.
I've been clinging to arms
that I know will never know how to hold me
cause I needed hope more than I desired truth
and I clung to lies just to fight off all my blues
but I don't want my life to pass me by
and I don't want to find out on the day that I die
that I'd been living on other men's words
what they say, what they said
my life was worth
People been tellin' me my whole life how
the world will never change,
but I beg to differ
I plan to rearrange
the way that we think
even if its just about this one thing
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6. |
Alcoholic Groundhog Day
05:20
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You said
you had these dreams about me
but darling, you weren't dreaming
cause while you were sleeping
I placed my heart in your keeping
at night we'd go out drinking
and you tripped over it and spilled your beer
and how i wish
Id never taken a sip
maybe I wouldn't forget
that you're not mine
you tell me the same stories every single night
as I scratch yours and you scratch mine
alcoholic groundhog day.
to make your mother proud
make your father doubt
how little faith he puts in you
youre not a fuck up
you're brave enough to choose
don't let life choose for you
whatever hell it sees fit
but Nate please don't sing "If Work Permits"
I know how a sailor will drink to forget
And I bet you don't remember
we played this song together.
I held the frets
you kept the time.
I wish I knew then how much I would mind hearing "I Got You Babe"
in the morning light.
But its time to move along
and its time for the end of this song.
cause you've made a fool of me
and I know now there's nothing more to this mystery than a little bit of beer and whiskey.
Love comes fast
with whiskey
it leaves us just like that
in the morning you wonder where your heart is at.
Alcoholic Groundhog Day
the day I gave my heart away.
You just kept hitting repeat and play.
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7. |
Rose Colored Glasses
02:26
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I can't spend any more time waiting
I spent my whole life paying
for the things that I believed in
these rose colored glasses must come off
they have betrayed my heart
and I must face the world as it is
there is no one to do life for me
I must take responsibility
for the things that I desire
but when will I come to a place where
I trust my own opinions
and make my own damn decisions
There is a story I've been told
where trees are chopped down
they don't ever make a sound
or cry when they hit the ground
they give their lives for the glories of man
well I won't ever be chopped down
I'm learning how to find a place to rest my head
rest my heart
with limbs stretched out to the sky
the birds flocking by
will rest in my arms and they will not be harmed
oh what is so dangerous about me,
independent and free
and not in the arms of society?
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Flossie and the Fox Pensacola, Florida
Flossie and the Fox is the solo project of Rachael Haft, a blues vocalist and picker who belts out angsty bluesy poetry on a Sheraton hollow body and sometimes her father's old Sigma. Driven by compulsively honest lyrics and an emotional yet gritty voice, her songs are about identity. Her debut album, A Fox Just Be a Fox, is a collection of odes to individualism and childhood. ... more
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