The Language of Eyes

by Lyra Brown

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1.
Let your hair down, I want to save you They fed you to the big fish too soon I hung around with your demon last night He said that I brought comfort But could never make you alright Alright, alright, alright. You ran into my cousin last week She didn’t call you by your new name You said you had a dream about me that I died She told you I was fine but you didn’t call to see if I was Alright, alright, alright. Let your hair down, I want to save you They fed you to the big fish too soon You said that there were three of them, You didn’t put up a fight They left you in the snow and you were not Alright, alright, alright.
2.
On awnings and gravestones, engraved in my bones I didn’t see you arrive But I best be going, I only came ‘cause I heard you were gunna be here Oh, talk is cheap Don’t entertain the notion I’m too big to sit on your knee And too small to devour your devotion I stride into the fancy restaurant Get myself a table by the window Sir, can you direct me to the bathroom if you’re not too busy? Expensive smile, whitened to the T Gee, I’m sure glad I’m not the one who has to scrub these toilets Young blood, lovely face An existence stronger than a myth, as useful as a rake The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back In each cheek and bruise And I’ve got a lot of it, I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. I used to sit and wait And drop everything if you happened to need me Now you say that you couldn’t care less if you never ever saw me Well I’ll go away, a thoughtless misplacement There’s always room for that unwavering replacement I feel like a three-legged dog being forced to pull a sled of raw meat But if it was written from the heart then I don’t have to transpose anything What’s the use? I was only trying to savour you Time is just a series of four-dollar photo booth snapshots Young blood, lovely face An existence stronger than a myth, as useful as a rake The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back In each cheek and bruise And I’ve got a lot of it, I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. Young blood, ugly face An existence stronger than a myth, as useless as a rake The colour’s coming back, the colour’s coming back In each cheek and bruise And I’ve got a lot of love stashed away for you.
3.
Pantomime 03:46
I stood there all in black, with my face painted white Noticing the frame that fit around you I said what I didn’t mean, I left without being seen Miming all the while the wall between us Then you leaned in for a kiss But you couldn’t get past that which separated us You wore my summer dress You looked like a photograph of happiness You said: “Come a little closer, I promise I won’t bite.” I knew you didn’t want to be alone. Your halo was glowing when I visited you that night But you sounded so defeated on the phone. I stood among the crowd, feeling like a ghost Remembering a time when we were strangers I laughed the memory off, but love is like a cough Even a small one can’t be concealed Then you leaned in for a kiss But you couldn’t get past that which separated us You wore my summer dress You looked like a photograph of happiness You said: “Come a little closer, I promise I won’t bite.” I knew you didn’t want to be alone. Your halo was glowing when I visited you that night But you sounded so defeated on the phone. You sounded so defeated on the phone You sounded so defeated on the phone You sounded so defeated on the phone.
4.
I ask you another question Just to hear your voice I walk past your workplace Like I have a choice If only the moon had not skimmed my skin that night Like a song on your pillow, a plight And there you were like you never were Like a faded love like light for life Flickering about like I’m the one to blow you out Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change Your fur was so warm on my wall Your fur was so warm on my wall To be killed in a moment Gorge then gasp There’s refuge in recollection Or regret, perhaps If only I had not hung you on my wall But for a painting you were so beautiful And there you were like you always were Like a faded love like light for life Flickering about like I’m the one to blow you out Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change Somewhere there’s a tin girl in need of an oil change Your fur was so warm on my wall Your fur was so warm on my wall (Somewhere, tin girl, somewhere, in need….) (Somewhere, tin girl, somewhere, in need….)
5.
As It Seems 03:56
Sitting on a park bench waiting outside You tell me to run but I wish to hide Deep in the center of your chest pocket So I lean in close to you so dear Tell you all the things you don’t want to hear Until your heart expands, arms outstretched But that’s the problem with embraces I don’t wanna let go and face it: That we all collide, just to drift apart again But at least I’m not as sad as I used to be At least I know the meaning of sanity A little less afraid of morning light Lover without a lover, friend without a friend Pay attention to the signs at every dead end Nothing is as it seems and yet everything is Another chance to receive all that you’ve ever had to give Feeling distraught and so confused All I wanna do is comfort you and abandon myself, yet again. But I can’t go back to those days no more It was different then, now I can’t ignore All that I have learned between the lines All the ghosts of who we used to be Float around sometimes inside of me That’s why I still bruise easily But I refuse to be defined By all that I have failed to find I may not know who I am, but at least I know who I’m not.
6.
Like Losing 02:59
If I was time, would you kill me? Would you light up with your friends drunk in melancholy? Laughing about how all of this doesn’t even matter anymore When the one you love becomes banished from your door And your core aches I feel it like a weed At the bottom of the lake Plucked from the womb Courageously awake Like a sick fish Waiting for the bait If I was time, I would kill me I wouldn’t be getting in the way constantly I would not be a thief to the night And a sickened saviour by the day I would be hooked on the fact That I wouldn’t have anything to say Forever and a day My core will ache I feel it like a weed At the bottom of the lake Plucked from the womb Courageously awake Like a sick fish Waiting for the bait
7.
He said: “One day you’re going to run out of skin, And then no one will be around. Yeah, one day you’re going to run out of skin, And then no one will stick around.” Do you ever wish you could work as hard as you cry? Do you ever wish you could laugh as much as you lie? Do you ever feel it all: mad and sad and free? Do you ever wish you were as happy as you are lonely? She said: “One day maybe I will kick this thing, But nothing is forever so don’t expect anything. Yeah, one day maybe you will understand When you lose both your parents and your kids and your man.” Do you ever wish you could work as hard as you cry? Do you ever wish you could laugh as much as you lie? Do you ever feel it all: mad and sad and free? Do you ever wish you were as happy as you are lonely? Yeah one day I might run out Of skin and then no one will be around Yeah one day I might run out Of skin and then who’s gunna stick around?
8.
Open book, and out it fell A business card to mark the spell Can you tell me why you chase all your tails Then chew them off without falling in love with feeling like Braille? Oh, the things I chose not to see The girl I tried not to be, So close to reality. Oh the things we tell ourselves, they’ll kill us in time Oh the things I tell myself, they keep me confined I am a moth without wings With eyes for ears, no song to sing Reaching for the glow Then there’s you, candle-faced silhouette I cannot trace you out in this place I do recall when you said You would not light the waterbed If I wasn’t there to blow it out. Oh the things we tell ourselves, they’ll kill us in time Oh the things I tell myself, they keep me confined So I hail a cab to take me away To where the rivers flow with letters of your name
9.
You speak of romance as if it were a disease As if your hopeless heart wanders and would much rather be In my hands when it lands And your words resonate within me How long until I start to bleed? And your words resonate within me How long until I stop to bleed? Honey I’ll tie a string to your eye Honey I’ll tie a string to your ear Honey I’ll tie a string to your heart And when it gets heavy, when it gets tired I’ll be there to pull it ‘Cause I know we can never be you and I When we are around everyone else So give a little tug anytime When your heart gets heavy, when your heart gets tired And I’ll be there to pull it All that separates us now is inevitable time Quietly counting the moments I wished you were mine When to why, the language of eyes And again Your words resonate within me How long until I start to bleed? And your words resonate within me How long until I stop to bleed? Will you forgive me when I opt to forget myself?
10.
When I grow up, I want to die When I die, I want to be in your arms. My ma left me for the blade My pa left me for the bottle, I was eight. But I didn’t tell a soul Now all I get for Christmas Is a large lump of coal. I used up my one and only lifeline Now I’m riding on a smile and a shoeshine I can’t remember how to cry When I cry, I want to be in your arms. You left me for the machine I loved you, I was only thirteen. But I didn’t tell a soul Now I suppose you, Well you will never know. I used up my one and only I screwed up but darling, I will love you only. (mouth trumpet solo) I used up my one and only lifeline Now I’m riding on a smile and a shoeshine But I ain’t complaining, I’m just waiting On the other line, I’m on the other line And I’m sure I’ll be fine.

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Lyra's debut record: Songs of loneliness, strength, addictions, nostalgia, regret, suffering, resilience, hope, self-awareness, survival, and of course, love.

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released January 5, 2015

Lyra Brown - Keyboards, Vocals & Glockenspiel
Murray Wood - Upright & Electric Bass, Background Vocal on Track 10
Bill George - Drums & Percussion
Jay Sparrow - Background Vocal on Track 10
Co-produced by Lyra Brown and Jay Sparrow
Words & Music Lyra Brown
Recorded by Brad Smith @ Red Panda

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Lyra's music is an eclectic blend of indie-pop and piano whimsy, focusing on compelling, surreal lyrics.

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