1. |
Holding Your Space
02:24
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The sheets are off balance; the bed is a cave,
Until I hold you I’ll be holding your space.
My hands are too cold and my head feels misplaced,
I’m fine and all – not like I’m losing my pace.
I’m just an empty case without you.
I feel my feet here are pounding the earth,
Too quiet beside me, too easy to hurt.
I long for your spirit; I drink it all down,
The furniture’s broken without you around.
Without you, without you.
Without you, without you.
Bridge:
Mr. Blue Eyes,
With your smirk – no, smile,
You’re my morning cup of lemon ginger tea.
Linger on inside my apartment,
I’d like to feel that scent close to me again.
So close to me.
So close to me.
I’m walking around maybe partly exposed,
Jumping over the cracks, always on my toes.
Sort of happy, but the heartiness comes and it goes,
The river runs deep, but it just doesn’t flow,
Without you, without you.
Without you, without you.
Now where did my lion man go, now he’s gone,
October will come and the wind it will draw in,
All of the hope we’ve been dreaming on
The face that I love in the place it belongs.
And I don’t wanna run without you,
It’s July with no sun without you,
And I don’t wanna have no fun without you,
A burger without her bun without you.
I don’t wanna call no one “hon” without you,
Guess I’ll be done with without you…
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2. |
Dreams Speak
04:01
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Up here,
I appear in my gown.
Ooo, it slims me down,
It cuts me out.
Am I the girl?
The woman you've always dreamed about?
I feel so pretty,
How about it...
Last night I dreamt in black and white.
The light against the edge,
Was so inviting.
I brushed against a man who said he couldn't see,
Not too far gone for something so imaginary.
I'm running deep inside
Some kind of memory
Within these walls I find
I'm just a memory
Some kind of perfect glow
I'm running deeper though...
Just to see.
Bridge:
Oooh I'm running.
Oooh I...
Oooh I'm running.
I'm running...
And then my worlds collide
I'm running deep inside
Some kind of memory
Within these walls I find
I'm just a memory
Some kind of perfect glow
I'm running deeper though...
I'm running deep inside
Through every high and low.
Until I find those eyes
That I am meant to see
To see the things I know
To finally let it go,
And when I close my eyes and drift into this gladness,
Will I drift further from you?
Up here,
A house appears.
I walk inside,
But I'm not seen.
There is a child,
Pressed into his fading father's chest.
One feels like he's helpless,
One feels blessed.
One feels blessed.
Aaah
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3. |
Instinct
04:17
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Did he breathe with you?
Did he offer up a sign?
Was his conscious too weighed down to bring you up,
Out of the habits of your mind?
Chorus:
Creatures of habit on display now.
Locked up in cages – watch them run.
The old exhibit – overplayed now.
Maybe we’ll learn before we’re done.
Did you let it be,
Or did you beat it to the ground?
Did you wrap it up
Inside a box – the kind of “let it go” that still keeps it around?
Chorus
Locked up in cages,
Creating our rages,
We justify.
Visitors greet us
And alter the credos
We live by.
And all just in time.
(2x) All just in time
Did it feel so good,
That it felt like it was right?
Was it your instinct,
Or was it the habit in your body,
In your soul, and in your mind?
Chorus (2x)
(scat)
And all just in time.
All just in time.
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4. |
Susan
03:34
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For whom does it count, Susan?
There’s nobody tallying…tallying.
There’s nobody watching and nodding their heads
As you wake in the morning to tell yourself you’re doing your best.
And for whom does it matter, Susan,
If you never again want to tap those shoes,
If you sing the blues
And you always choose the back door?
Choose it again – go ahead Susan, choose it again.
I’ll still be waiting there for you.
I’ll still be waiting there.
So distractions bring you to wits end,
And you know you’re no ballerina.
You’ve even built up the red walls,
And the orange cones.
But I’ve been there Susan,
And I wouldn’t change a thing about you.
So when you wake, Susan,
Do you greet the sun with only fear?
Or do you let it clear your troublesome?
And when you’re feelin’ cold,
Well that’s when I’ll be holdin’ up the mirror for you, girl.
There’s so much for you, girl.
Do you see yourself on an empty stage,
Where you dance the dangers to possibility?
Dance to who you are and unlock the key to
All you hold inside.
Say everything you need to say,
How you feel, what you see,
All the things that you burn for.
Even if you feel nothing in return,
There’s something to be learned,
Something to be heard.
Through everything.
(2x) Something to be learned,
Something to be heard.
Through everything
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5. |
Animal Behavior
03:16
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Papa wants to lead among the tribe,
Mama wants to leave the past behind,
And baby does her best to learn from all she sees.
Papa finds his own way to provide,
Mama holds her baby close to the hide,
And baby sleeps when he hears the quiet of the trees.
Chorus:
Animal behavior.
Following what’s written in our genes.
Animal behavior.
Written in his eyes, the air she breathes…
Animal behavior.
How we gonna hunt when there’s no prey?
Living our existence day by day,
Until we have no choice –
The time to up and move.
Papa is a statue, strong and tall,
Mama is the wave that moves us all,
But nothing’s certain so soon baby will learn the truth.
(2x) Chorus
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6. |
Vision
02:59
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Pull my heart out please.
Past the edge of the sea.
So I can see all the things that I’ve ever felt.
I am a dagger to the sky.
I kiss the tears goodbye,
Past the street,
Past an age that I’ve never seen.
I am a sorry soul.
I laugh and I let go
Of the time I grew cold to a memory…
And I leave.
So if you pick me up
At the golden green,
Well – I hate to leave you baby, but I’ll be gone.
I didn’t set you up.
I didn’t cause a scene.
But nothing’s ever been like the vision that I’m chasing.
[12 measure break]
So when you pick me up
At the golden green,
Well – I hate to leave you baby, but I’ll be gone.
I didn’t set you up.
I didn’t cause a scene.
But nothing’s ever been like the vision that I’m chasing.
And I’m chasing…
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7. |
If I Had A...
02:41
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If I had a full moon,
If I had a white knight,
If I had some peace of mind tonight.
If I hadn’t let go,
If I hadn’t said so,
If I hadn’t spoken my mind that night.
I’d have a front seat in my baby’s arms,
And a little more time to find my path.
But once you’re gone, you can’t look back.
It’s all been done.
I’m looking here and there, but how?
I mean I’m looking – yet still standing in the now.
And if I’m not my past at all,
Am I free at last?
If I had a clean slate
If I had an old friend
If I had a 25th hour to spend.
If I hadn’t shut down
If I hadn’t played small
If I hadn’t thought I’d seen it all.
It’d be like I’d gave the tools I’d need to see -
Or at least I wouldn’t have the chance to lose.
But everybody blows a fuse,
To learn and mend.
It’s not like I need to win,
I’ve just feels like I’ve been shorthanded in all of this.
When my own happiness is at risk,
What needs to change?
If I had a full breath,
If I hadn’t misread,
If I had a way to clear my head.
If I hadn’t closed minds,
If I hadn’t closed doors,
If I hadn’t shared what’s mine with yours.
I’d get to rewrite what I let go,
But is there really something more I need to know?
And who am I to judge a lost reality?
It’s not about the better route,
‘Cause despite what they tell us I’m more than the sum of my parts.
So here I am –I’m at the start,
To try again.
Gotta keep my head high,
Gotta win this long fight.
Gotta keep my peace of mind tonight.
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8. |
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I met a girl,
She sang the blues.
She liked to paint the town all dressed up
In lipstick and high heeled shoes.
But when we are trapped in a wound,
Maybe we're just blinded to feel
That it's real (what we're living in).
Or maybe we're just...
Chorus
Talking to the dog
Talking on our phones
We are silly animals
Bones on top of bones
Monkeys in our cars
Sippin' coffee on the road to monkey heaven home,
Silly mammals makin' mountains out of sticks on top of stones.
Bridge
We're sitting on the sidelines without a cost,
And we are sitting on the sidelines without feeling like we're really lost.
So we play the game.
[8 measure guitar break]
Repeat Bridge
Repeat Chorus
Silly mammals makin' mountains out of sticks on top of stones.
Silly mammals makin' mountains out of sticks on top of stones.
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9. |
Science
03:18
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Even the sun shines through
When you’re not around.
And I’m a little girl by my window,
Screaming on the ground.
Screaming that the worlds a grand and a beautiful place,
But sometimes it feels like I’m in space,
And I need you to keep me feeling safe and sound.
Away from the science of it all,
Embracing the silence of it all.
I try to play the keys
As number that can comfort me.
I walk the city streets,
A number to each face I see.
And I see you when the sun shines through
The elements of sound.
And I’m a little girl by window,
Waiting for you to come back around
And patch my mind of figures and wired wells
With a soul that answers instead of yells,
A philosophy that even Darwin couldn’t understand himself.
The truth in the science of it all,
It’s all in the silence of it all.
And so counting cars, and philosophy,
Living in the space between.
What we want and what we see
Become one eventually.
If today you are my angel,
Then logic tells me that my mind is only tellin’ me…
So will you stay with me?
And will you tell me
It isn’t all the same.
Will you teach me, teach me,
How to be a player in this game?
And even the season will change
When you’re not around.
And I’m a little girl by my window
Screaming on the ground.
Screaming that the world’s a grand and a beautiful place,
But sometimes it feels like I’m in space,
And I need you to keep me feeling safe and sound.
Away from the science of it all,
It’s all in the silence of it all.
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10. |
Ben
03:47
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Here’s one last attempt to please you,
To twist my velvet words into strawberry Jell-O.
Hello for now,
Goodbye for good.
If only you understood,
If only you understood.
A coffee black,
Or a bottle of wine.
It’ll all be fine,
And I am like brand new.
But painted nails,
And writing songs,
And ketchup on my new white dress.
And aaah, I must confess,
I miss those days!
Chorus:
Ben,
Who we are was better then.
And I count the days until we finally catch the same stone.
And no ones known,
And no one ever will,
Cause they’re still lost,
But we’ve kept fingerprints,
And I’ve never seen another quite like Ben.
Her dreams are made of lemonade that only you believe will be,
But that’s enough to keep alive
The freckles on your face,
Incase the moon bleaches it away.
If I knew a way,
If only I knew a way.
And I could cry,
Because your eyes,
They’re the calm before the storm,
And I am like brand new.
But painted nails,
And writing songs,
And ketchup on my new white dress.
And aaah, I must confess,
I miss those days
Chorus
Oh Ben,
If I knew a way,
If only I knew a way.
Here’s one last attempt to please you.
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11. |
Between the Bars
02:36
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Between the bars,
I can see your face,
And it looks like roses on an empty plate.
Baby, I’d like to have you as my own.
Between the bars,
I can taste your smile,
And it tastes like chocolate on an ice cream Sunday,
Oh, I’d like to be the cherry on top.
The classiest wine and his cheese by his side,
He’s the knees of the bees
Of the queen of blowin’ bubbles in bed,
Oh oh oh oh oh tu es tres belle!
I’m parallel lines with you.
Between the bars,
You look oh so kind,
Like a field in Kansas in the summertime,
Baby I’d like to feel you root by root…
Bridge:
How ‘bout a pretty little tango,
With your little tangerine?
Your lines are scribbled in my mind now,
Dance me out from in between.
I doubt you’d ever change the tempo,
If I were to take the lead.
How ‘bout a pretty little tango,
Love is all we ever need.
Between the bars,
You have gumdrop eyes,
And a dream that holds you to a lovely side,
Baby I’d like to feel you cheek to cheek.
Between the bars,
I can see your face,
And it looks like roses on an empty plate.
Baby, I’d like to have you as my own.
Baby, I’d like to have you as my own.
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12. |
Anyway
03:17
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Connection,
What a funny word.
It’s like feeling what you know,
Yet knowing what you can’t see.
And if I see where you’re coming from,
I’ll meet you there.
But some things, they just feel beyond you and me.
But If I knock on your door,
Can you open up to receive me?
And if I leave you to go live out my dreams,
Do you promise you’ll believe me?
I love the mystery too much to stay
And play out the ending.
And I…
Anyway.
I try to rise with the fall of the leaves,
This season, it falls too fast –
Wouldn’t you agree?
And I feel myself in tune with what is,
In tune with your smile,
In tune with your laugh,
And so half of me feels wise.
And I feel it in your eyes
That when I knock on your door,
You will open up to receive me.
And if I leave you to go live out my dreams,
Oh I know, I know, I know you’ll believe me.
I love the mystery too much to stay
And play out the ending.
And oh, forgive me…
Anyway.
Anyway….
Anyway….
Anyway.
[Anyway improv section]
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Lia Menaker Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Mixing elements of pop and R&B with buckets of soul, Lia Menaker creates minimalist electronic arrangements with expressive, haunting vocals that delve deep into the core of unfiltered emotion.
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