"THE FOLK EP"

By Bashful Hips

1. Folk Song #1

I know pain,
Well that’s not very attractive,
Nor is it a good foundation to start again
You can use this as a letter to friends and family
I haven’t spoken too, explaining where I’ve been
But a better question is,
Where are we now?
I’ve been on that train, and I’ve fallen asleep on that greyhound bus
And it wasn’t exactly a black out on that plane
More like shards of red and dreams of you racing through my head

And this growth of heart, well I think its stopping

The worst part is the mornings,
Oh no maybe I’m wrong
Making dinner,
A plate for one
No, maybe the worst part is going to sleep
Oh man fuck it, it’s everything in between
These images of you still haunt my dreams
And I can’t travel to get far away enough from you
The same planet, it’s too much to be on with you
So now I’m gone

 

2. Folk Song #2

I wish I had a prettier voice,
Sometimes I wish I could change my face
I wish I had a prettier voice
 
I remember that night in the Berkshires,
Where we laid our heads on pillows and blankets
That we stole from your sisters,
Afraid that’d we’d get caught like we were a couple of teenagers
And I remember that morning,
Where I put you on that train away from Brooklyn
And I remember that afternoon in Nashville,
Where I lost myself thinking someday, that we may have children
 
I wish I had a prettier voice,
Sometimes I wish I could change my face
I wish I had a prettier voice
 
I remember you saying how the stars align,
Because we’d known each other before we had even reached height
Well, it’s so easy how the stars change their mind
Hey, did you know that stars lie?
And I remember in Montreal how the light went from your eyes
The drugs didn’t make it better,
I watched myself lose my mind

Did you know that stars lie?

 

3. Folk Song #3

You can probably guess,
But I’m not going to leave a forwarding address
And this pain in my stomach, as the cab sped away
From your drug infested apartment
 
The pain in my stomach,
And I don’t know what’s going to happen next
And I can’t feel my hands
 
Well you know what’s the worst thing of them all?
Is when you spend so much time, trying to figure out what you did wrong
But the truth is, is that baby you just didn’t value me at all
But I can’t compete with drugs that were made synthetically in a laboratory to make you happy
 
I’m not sure if I’m just scarred
I just can’t seem to sit in one place
But I’ve heard of this peace,
Just never thought it was for me

 

4. Folk Song #4

Even if you were to come home,
It wouldn’t matter,
Because I haven’t built one
Even if you were to come home,
It wouldn’t matter,
Because we’d be strangers,
It’s just a fantasy
 
If you stay in one place,
People start to recognize your face
Can’t stay in one place
 
And I curse the beach from the sea
And I cut my hand on this coral reef
Even if you were to come home,
It wouldn’t matter,
Because my house is built out of blood and sand
 
Denver you held so much promise
Denver I broke my promise
 
Can't stay in one place