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Where Have You Been?
01:42
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Drugdealer
04:29
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Won’t you be my drugdealer
I can be your sleepless dreamer
Howling at your moon
In the afternoon
Won’t you be my drunk driver
I can be your crash survivor
Laying in the grass
While the years go past
I feel a strange satisfaction
As the world decomposes itself
I can live without direction
As long as I can let go of myself
I would give you my ego
If I could
Won’t you be my troubled waters
I can be your deep-sea diver
Hypnotize me with your depth
Won’t you be my rumbling thunder
I can be your moaning gutter
Have your waters wash me dry
I feel a strange satisfaction
As the world decomposes itself
I can live without direction
As long as I can let go of myself
I would give you my ego
If I could
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Broken Machine
03:59
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I get my words all wrong
And I keep turning around
Am I seeing or am I seen?
Am I a broken machine?
I hear a knock on the door
Don’t know who I’d be waiting for
But there’s no lock and there’s no door
I can never be sure
If I learn the language
I’ll never understand the silence
I’ll just stare and stare
Keep my intentions bare
I hear a knock on the door
Don’t know who I’d be waiting for
But there’s no lock and there’s no door
Can I ever be sure?
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I’d like to sleep tonight
Lay my body on the riverbed
I’d like to sleep tonight
Hope there won’t be fish swimming in my head
Don’t want the light to get inside
And spoil the black and the blue
So I’ll put some mud on my eyelids
Until the dreams come through
I don’t have a place I’d like to go
I don’t have a face I’d like to know
I’d like to fall down the stairs
Dropping everything I hold
I’d like to fall down the stairs
Breaking all the bones in my hands
Don’t want to see anybody
Feeling bad cause I’m a fool
So I’ll put some blood on my eyelids
Until the dreams come through
I don’t have a place I’d like to go
I don’t have a face I’d like to know
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Can You Drive?
03:28
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Your melody moves me
And removes me
From myself
Your eyes seem to choose me
But your words reduce me
To what I say
Maybe I’ll never
Get myself together
Can you drive?
Just for a little while
You get all the codesigns
I make with my hands
When I lie
But can you feel the wind rise?
As the sunlight
Hits the pines
Conversation dies out
And you fall asleep
With the window open
There’s no need to get closer
Just let me see deeper
Into your horizon
Maybe I’ll never
Get myself together
Can you drive?
Just for a little while
Just for another mile
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Forêt de Bassinglègè
02:02
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I lost
My hands
Playing in the sand
I sunk
Into a hole
Deeper than the soul of man
I saw
Your name
Written in the dust
But the earth
Caved in
As I reached out to touch
You metaphorical thing
I can never reach you
You know I would die for your sting
But I can never feel you
No light
No grip
No rivers flowing home
No center
No ending
Only memories ringing out like echoes
Are you near?
Are you far?
It could be both or neither
Someday
I’ll be the one
To slip between your fingers
You metaphorical thing
I can never reach you
You know I would die for your sting
But I can never feel you
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STAIRS Montreal, Québec
Montreal based quartet living the DIY dream.
Digging its roots deep within hypnotic
subterranean rhythms while blooming into luscious textures and mysterious melodies.
Members:
Vincent Ménard
Oscar Robertson
Marlie Robertson
Zak Colello
Photo by Dora Tétrault-Bélanger
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