1. |
Drifting Apart
03:50
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Can you hear that little child
Screaming out to you?
Ten years gone by
And you truly never would have seen
Friends come and go
Like a feather in the wind
Can we all give it a go?
I wonder if it’ll all work
We’re all growing up
Things aren’t what they used to be
Drifting apart
Further and Further
I would have never imagined
How things would turn out
Years and years of drugs and alcohol set us apart
Apathy and liquor
The devil’s brew
The needle in your arm
And all the harm you’ve done
Was it really all that fun?
Did you ever muster up the courage
To throw it all away?
We’re all growing up
Things aren’t what they used to be
Drifting apart
Further and Further
I would have never imagined
How things would turn out
We’re all growing up
Things aren’t what they used to be
Drifting apart
Further and Further
I would have never imagined
How things would turn out
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2. |
Low
02:59
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Are you gonna wake up screaming tonight?
With your sense of reality dulled
And you don’t even know what’s real
A desperate feeling you can’t shake off
The weight of the world crumbling down
You take those pills to calm you to sleep
Lull you into a false dream
Where you can’t wake up
The reality prison, you so desperately hate
How low can things get?
How low can things get?
The feeling of abandonment
I thought we were friends
Please, just go away
I’m not even here, I never was
I thought things could change
I’ve never had hope before this
But it’s falling apart
There’s no going back
How low can things get?
How low can things get?
How low can things get?
How low can things get?
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3. |
Gone Away
02:25
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Lyrics:
So long and goodbye
I’m getting out of this burned out place
And heading down the tired old trail
Rust and dirt between my toes
Haven’t seen the soles of my shoes in days
What are you when your dreams don’t come true?
But you’ve never tried
You have to keep dreaming son
Cuz when you stop you know
It’s time you died
Farewell to misery
I ain’t goin back to visit again
Haven’t seen that bitch in months
Got my tickets stuffed in my hat
And all’s I got is the clothes on my back
And my Guitar
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4. |
Days Gone By
02:44
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We used to sit down in your empty apartment
But now you’re nowhere to be seen
And I can’t help thinking bout the times we shared
It seems so long ago
We were outside your house through the night
And into the morning
Can you hear me now?
I’m doing my best to move on
But dreams still wash ashore
To remind me you’re alive, you’re still alive
It seems so quiet in this town
That I cal home
It appears a heavy winds blown through here
And taken your life away
I try to look back and recall
The last words I said to you
But my memory fails me, I just can’t remember
Can you hear me now?
I’m doing my best to move on
But dreams still wash ashore
To remind me you’re alive, you’re still alive
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5. |
Changing
03:13
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Lyrics:
How could things be so simple
When every things falling apart
I can’t even recall my name
Not sure if I ever knew it
I go to bed each day
And I’m thinking about tomorrow
i’m so tired all the time
I just want to sleep forever
If this could all change right now
Oh god please help me
Won’t you give me a sign
I’m at the alter but I don’t believe in you
What do you expect?
My heart is beating but I can barely feel it
Trapped here in this desolation
Feeling so low and out of place
My mind wanders and I can’t think
I don’t know what else I could say
If this could all change right now
Oh god please help me
Won’t you give me a sign
I’m at the alter but I don’t believe in you
What do you expect?
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6. |
Letter of War
04:14
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I’ve been trying to escape from the hellhounds on my trail
Death approaching midnight as I lie awake
Mosquitoes buzzing in my ears as I look
up at the peaceful sky
How I wish this war would end
But I can feel the ague coming quickly
Dear sister and mother
I should hope these words will find you well
It is my time of need
My dying song
And if I should fall on the battlefield
The only thing I ask is for Emma to know
I won’t be home for dinner tonight
We marched down the trodden path
Many good men have followed
Shoes filled with mud stained socks
The only thing I can think about is her
How sweet it would be to be with you once more
Dear sister and mother
I should hope these words will find you well
It is my time of need
My dying song
And if I should fall on the battlefield
The only thing I ask is for Emma to know
I won’t be home for dinner tonight
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7. |
Getting Better
04:09
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Woke up this morning trembling
Nauseated in a daze
Finding it hard to concentrate more than ever
Why am I here? What is this place?
You call this life, I call it eradication
My aspirations have taken a nosedive into the soil
Where I’ve been stuck decomposing
And I just wanna get out
Had to sink into the ocean
Til I could finally see some light
I’m trying to get better these days
To feel like I’m not living in hell
All the agony I’ve felt is slowly slipping away
I’m repairing the damage I’ve done
To my mind with years of pessimistic thoughts
Would you believe me if I said I’m getting better?
Probably not, but I would like to presume
For once I don’t feel hopeless
Praying that I don’t slip up
And plunge back into the pit
I fabricated in my past
Pour my soul out onto these pages
Write letters and never send them
Stash em away so no one can see
I’m trying to get better these days
To feel like I’m not living in hell
All the agony I’ve felt is slowly slipping away
I’m repairing the damage I’ve done
To my mind with years of pessimistic thoughts
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Caleb Johnston Northwood, New Hampshire
I'm Caleb Johnston, a solo act, from Northwood New Hampshire. My music will range from Folk-Punk, to Instrumental music, Post-Rock, and whatever else I feel like writing. Not really limiting myself to just one genre.
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