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Shooting the Moon
04:05
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I am not doing this anymore
Freight train child most often unsure
I used to see the sunrise
But now it's just dark
I keep rolling on, keep trying to catch the sparks
There is this man that I trust
He promised me forgiveness so I must
Make all the mistakes that I can
To find the final stake of an honest man
Shooting the moon is not what I used to do
Give me your heart and I'm sure you’ll lose, too
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Just A Glance
04:22
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Alone isn't new but that doesn't make it feel real
I stopped here tonight, just trying to steal
Love from the people who pass by me
And strength from the last leaf on the tree
Someone says, "look at that sad girl tonight"
My head down and lowly seems just 'bout right
My feet feel the things we don't see on the ground
Can't I stay dignified as the day I was found?
Will I go blind? Or turn to salt?
The bible says that's what'll come
So I glance at my past, sure
But don't stare right at it
The corner of my eye sees enough
If they can't see the tears, who is to say they are there?
You walking by me is the one thing I fear
So if you do, just glance, be polite as they come
Then I won't have to get up from this pillar and run
And dear, I'm here, but I can hardly sing
I glance over at you but I stare at her ring
You open the door, she smiles white and pure
And now I know the devil surely makes those shiny things
Will I go blind? Or turn to salt?
The bible says that's what'll come
So I glance at my past, sure
But don't stare right at it
The corner of my eye sees enough
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Personal Agency
04:04
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The stranger calls a cab
through the window Jules' hand
waves away the night
I don't cry for spilled milk
spilled martinis or guts
I just gather my things
and wait for the bus
"I think of every cab I've been in
Some sober some my head was spinning
While I waved away the night
I don't cry for spilled milk
Spilled martinis or guts
I just gather my things
and wait for the bus"
I just gather my things
And wait for the bus
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Here I Go
05:21
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Henry, I lost my shoes I think I'm sitting on 6th
Please don't yell when you pick me up, I promise I wasn't with
Anyone who would hurt me more than I can hurt myself
Henry, you took too long, I've got nothing left of my youth
The pain in my head and the shame I'm swimming in should be proof
That you'd be better off with someone who's not carrying so much guilt
If I could show you who I was, maybe you've caught a glimpse of her
I walked proud but not too proud along these very same streets
You certainly wouldn't be driving to her at two am when the neon signs begin to dim
And she would've loved you oh so well, oh well
Henry, tell me it’s a dream- this life was not meant for you
When I get in as you pick me up, it’ll be the last time I get help from you
And you won't even remember the day you met me - well, here I go
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Meredith Wilder Longmont, Colorado
Meredith Wilder wrote and performed in Albuquerque, NM from 2006-2016. She started the folk-rock trio Wildewood in 2011 and released two albums with them (Self-titled and "The Other Side"). She continues to find herself in various songwriting communities. ... more
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