1. |
Hollow
04:17
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hollow (courtney hartman/maya de vitry)
hollow me out
clean on every side
for a story line
i must tell
follow the trail
i have left on the way
nothing more to say
for myself
bottle up the sounds of slowing moving water
of pigeons when they coo and flutter
church bells tolling the time of the day
and someone telling someone to stay
halt my step
when i move to fast
walking blindly past
night into day
swaying up high
bodies caught in the sky
and with no reason why
we’re falling down
bottle up sounds of slowing moving water
of pigeons when they coo and flutter
church bells tolling the time of the day
and someone telling someone to stay
to bottle up sounds of slowing moving water
of pigeons when they coo and flutter
church bells tolling the time of the day
and someone telling someone to stay
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2. |
January First
03:18
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january first (courtney hartman)
making soft resolutions at the end of december
to walk a little slower and try to talk cleaner
if i’m particularly ambitious i'll wake before the sunup
we’ll cook more together and try not to ever fall asleep with the light switch on
january first will be here
ready or not
i can be to careful you can be too kind
i can be too sorry you can be too right
we can be too knowing we can be too wise
if we both stay quiet it'll keep us blind
january first will be here ready or not
one way or another i love you
more than i thought
there's a comfort in knowing how a story ends
maybe that's why i don't mind when you tell the same ones
over and over and over again
january first will be here we'll make it or not
one way or another i love you
more than i thought
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3. |
January Third
03:18
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january third (courtney hartman)
i said to myself take this slow
no need to rush a thing that will grow on its own
and we said to ourselves step carefully
carry your bodies upright and watch your feet
the river today was tinted green
it may have just been me seeing what i wanted to see
the color of going, the color of may
the color of wanting color when all is grey
why oh why in the night
do we turn and toss and turn
why oh why oh
why don't we ever learn
if the speed of light is the speed of dark
than is the speed of love the speed of the heart
why do we hesitate you know i could be
all of the things you say about me
oh why oh why in the night
do we turn and toss and turn
why oh why oh
why don't we ever learn
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4. |
Belfry
03:00
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belfry (courtney hartman)
i am no speaker, i fumble all of my words
when something needs saying
only makes it worse
i heard you calling and i turned the other way
there was nothing left that i wanted less
than to say what you said to say
send out a light from the belfry
send out a light from the ivory towers
send out a light from the belfry
telling the hour to go
he was no prophet no proper lineage
just a herdsman out working
a sower of the sycamore fig
they called him amos, giver of the word
when something needed saying
he put it into verse
crying send out a light from the belfry
send out a light from the ivory towers
send out a light from the belfry
telling the hour to go
if i falter, when i fall along the way
let the laughter cover up the doubter
i don't need the doubter weighing in
and send out a light from the belfry
send out a light from the ivory towers
send out a light from the belfry
telling the hour to go
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5. |
Too Much
04:56
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too much (courtney hartman)
soft moon rising far from my home
i cannot concentrate on the task at hand
any better than i can when i'm alone on familiar land
this ought to be easy is what i thought
but i've never caught a falling star on camera
or kept a firefly alight in a jar
so keep me up all night if you must
through the day and into the dusk
i can't help but over analyze and criticize myself
too much too much too soon
use a symphony of crickets or a distant engine sound
i don't mind what it takes just drown the voices out
use the pain beneath my feet to put the words into my mouth
wherever and whatever it must take now
(instrumental chorus)
the rain is driving, my hands feel old
everyone is asking if i'm tired of the cold
i guess that i am
but my roots need water and my branches need the wind
i'll come in, i'll come in when i can
just keep me up all night if you must
through the day and into the dusk
i don't want to over analyze and criticize myself
too much too much too soon
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6. |
Won't Be Satisfied
02:55
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won’t be satisfied (courtney hartman)
we have seen mercy rise up like a mountain
we have seen a mountain settle into sea
we have seen the sea swallow up a thousand
we have seen a thousand rise in victory
we won't be satisfied
sing the children, the children
we won't be satisfied
sing the children of the land
we have seen clouds that brought no water
we have seen water fought over in vain
many times in vain we have listened for the thunder
many times the thunder still brought no rain
but we won't be satisfied
sing the children, the children
we won't be satisfied
sing the children of the land
we will not be a tree that bears no fruit
and we will not be a fruit that is bitter in it’s taste
we will not be a tree that bears no fruit
and we will not be fruit that is bitter in it’s taste
and we won't be satisfied
sing the children, the children
we won't be satisfied
sing the children of the land
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7. |
Neglect
03:11
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8. |
Koyaanisqatsi
04:09
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koyaanisqatsi (courtney hartman)
your breath is burning my skin
your mouth takes in my water
the life in my veins
boiling over
our balance swinging high
out of orbit
pendulum falling from the sky
catching the horizon
the clouds roll like a river
the rain falls sharp as ice
the ocean tumbles over
like mist in the night
water looks like water running
my heart is a machine
a machine keeping time
my body is a building
scraping at the sky
water looks like water running
water looks like water running
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9. |
Finis Terrae
05:02
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finis terrae (courtney hartman)
i can feel the ground under my feet
gently upholding me
overhead the clouds laying low
drip like honeycomb
i’ll rise again
to follow my shadow into the day
out to the end of the earth
down with sun in the water
everyday a line in the weave
a whole and new tapestry
pulling at the fray i can see
your color in my seam
i’ll rise again
to follow my shadow into the day
out to the end of the earth
down with sun in the water
i’ll rise again
follow my shadow into the day
out to the end of the earth
where we'll burn these dirty old clothes
lay our muscle and bones
we’ll burn these dirty old clothes
lay our muscle and bones
down with sun in the water
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10. |
Here's to the Ones
05:02
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here's to the ones (courtney hartman)
this is an ode to remembering
hands that held me in their care
all the ones along and beside me
the darkness and the laughter we shared
here's to the ones you meet along the way
and here's to the ones that make you want to stay
like never ending fields of summer
in their eyes i must have seen a glimpse
of what i thought could be forever
or a kind of a color heaven sent
here's to the ones you meet along the way
here’s to the ones that make it hard to say so long
here's to the ones you meet along the way
and here's to the ones that make you want to stay
and here’s to the ones you lose along the way
and here's to the ones that make it hard to say
so long
if we never meet again
know that i still call you friend
know that every now and then
i wonder about you
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