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Grasshoppin'
03:23
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The muscles of the priest have evaporated beyond recognition
the tired straining eyes have looked beyond my own position
and with the dawning of the day, I wake up and reach up and look for my superstition
found dead beneath the reeds among the thorns behind the gardens and the whistles
so to all the people looking over all with glass
sticking to their pores, I can't believe they think
I'll go unheard today
but the opiate has reached my brain
and the grasshoppers are jumping again
The people in their potholes look up to the world and see a blazing fire
the psycho-analysts in the their boxes
think the problem of mind will come and then expire
the worms beneath the yard come up when it rains
and they just look so tired
so as I take off all my clothes and jump into the brush it turns my flesh to briars
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Baby Eden
03:23
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the crying sounds across the pillars
cracked and spilling past the tillers
but the earth is turning slow on this Monday afternoon
and the weeping slips past these earthbound creatures
dicing birds and unborn features
trapped all day inside their stagnant tombs
and I'll never forget you
I'll never commit you
I'll never take back a single word
the criminal is gathering at the races
mothers putting infants in their cradles
but the cries of babies are ringing in their ears
and the taste of champagne from last night
is bitter their fists are clenching tight
the light of day never seems to hit their face
and I'll never forget you
I'll never forgive you
I'll never justify one single drop
the stillborn is sleeping int he box
my stomach lining now composed of rocks
the swelling lying criminal won't ever stop
well I've still got a matchbook, light every one
and a pack of cigarettes, I won't come
to a retreated spirit world where children rise.
and I'll never condone you
I'll never dethrone you
I'll never drift into sea again.
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Dissect You
03:16
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You choose to wallow in a puddle this year
you're dripping mud into the sea, my dear
I want to know where you come from
I'd like to see inside your skin
You choose to model as a statue this year
You're dripping mould into my soul, my dear
I want to know where you come from
I'd like to see inside your skin
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Funeral Song
03:29
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When the day came for the giant vortex
and I wrapped myself inside a little cranium
and the feelings of the frozen geranium
blossomed into a bulb and then wilted away
when the woman gathered herself for the funeral
she noticed a gripping sword in her side
and then the belongings she held, well they just became her
the lightening struck so hard, she threw her possessions down.
so I feel a little queasy this morning
so well I feel just a little perturbed
I can't stand the sunlight so the clouds they protect me
from the rolling penetration of the sun
well the tears seems to flow so easily from the waiting room
and the stillness I found quite elating
for the hours continue they continue the forming
the howling dogs yell for me to return
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September 23rd
04:54
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It was a dark night
and I held my eyes up shut so tight
and the reason of my lips
slowly parted and my grip was slightly askew
for an instant there was silence on the street
in my veins I felt the slightest, oh the slightest of retreats
as the august rain poured on my head
saw your silhouette on the mirror
started wishing I was...
my feet trembled as I walked in the door
in the bathroom laid my body slowly on the floor
and in the distance I heard my mother's yell
with an illusion of utopia I clumsily fell
pounding violently with my fists
grabbed the pistol with a sudden feeling of bliss
and as the tears rolled from my eyes
I felt the rage, pulled the trigger and to my surprise
the bullet had gone too high
my dreams were shattered, clouds lifted and clear was the sky.
It was such a dark night
and I held my eyes up shut so tight
and the reason of my lips, slowly parted
and my grip was slightly askew.
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"Calvin, don't jump!" Gibsons, British Columbia
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