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Borderland
04:42
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I’m at the edge of a season, I’m at the edge of a change
The edge of my quarter-life crisis, in borderlands range
I know I should have grown into a woman by now,
But I’m still just a girl
albeit a serious one, bearing hopes and concerns
I occupy the role of a wife, with the mind of a child
I still didn’t make the transition, I’m still waiting in line
And I don’t know what I want, And I don’t know what I believe
I’m at...
And I don’t know what I’m meant for, I don’t know who I’m suppose to be
I’m at the borderland
living in between
I don’t know who I’m praying to anymore, No longer do I have that
single comfort
Desperate times call for desperate words, even if my dissertation goes unheard
I say “I want it all, and I won’t be confined.”
And she says, “You can have it all, just not all at the same time.”
But I don’t know what I want, And I don’t know what I believe
I’m at...
And I don’t know what I’m meant for, I don’t know who I’m suppose to be
I’m at the borderland
living in between
Believe me I know the risk I’m making
It’s a calculated risk I’m undertaking
I try keep the details of my life blurred
protect the ones I love from the line of the fire of my words.
In 24 years will I have to do this again or am I just an early victim of the borderland
Every year that goes by, the longer I’ve been around
my society tells me that my value goes down
The exceptions to this rule are few and far between
And I hold unto them harder than anything
And I don’t know what I want, And I don’t know what I believe
I’m at...
And I don’t know what I’m meant for, I don’t know who I’m suppose to be
I’m at...
How long will I be here, Will I ever get to leave
Do you see me here, Watch me beggin’ on my knees
I’m at the borderland
living in between
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How do I unwind
what’s been wound up so tight
over centuries and centuries
a fist clenched hard, pink and white
How do I unwind
I want to see myself
and try to reacquaint
with what’s left when I strip away
the varnish and the paint
I want to see myself
I want to know you,
and not like others do
not like looking through
that twisted glass
called pleasantries and politeness
I just want to know you
And when these things come to pass
All we’ll need
is forgiveness
I try to rewire my mind,
go back in time and find
a piece to the puzzle
a reason or a rhyme
prevent contingencies of a crime
I try to rewire my mind
No, a bandage will not suffice
this wound
will heal only when I come to realize
that the outward pain
is coming from the inside
No, a bandage will not suffice
And when these things come to pass
when these things come to pass
All we’ll need
is forgiveness
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3. |
Prodigal Son
04:56
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4. |
Journey Song
04:41
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You carved out a path little more than a scratch,
the only thing defined was the destination.
Like tracks on dry sand, and whispers in the wind,
I can’t help but feel there's one too many degrees of separation.
How can I get to you?
What more can I do to get to you?
How can I make it through
Make it through to you?
Make it through to you… make it through to you.
We plant our seeds one at a time with our hearts and with our minds,
but we can only wait for the rain and the sunshine.
There will always be things we can’t control in this life,
still we gotta try…
we gotta try.
How can I get to you?
What more can I do to get to you?
How can I make it through
Make it through to you?
Make it through to you… make it through to you.
I’ll keep walking down your path even though I have to keep backtracking
I know I’ll make it to my destination.
With every step I take the tracks that my feet make,
will only make it easier for the next generation
I’m gunna get to you
I’m gunna make it through and get to you.
Yes I’m gunna make it through
Make it through to you, and until I do
I keep asking myself,
How can I get to you?
What more can I do to get to you?
How can I make it through
Make it through to you?
Make it through to you… make it through to you.
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5. |
No Regrets
04:56
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You were standing there dazed unaware
eyes closed, half asleep
I catch a glimpse of your nightmare
as your raucous calls cut me deep
I’m at the mercy of your ever changing moods
They rise and they fall like the tide at the mercy of the moon
rising and falling, falling and rising,
til I’m buried neck deep in the sand
buried in the sand
I’m always tiptoeing, ‘round you and your blaring graceless feet
I sing my songs muffled and muted to keep you asleep
Everything I am, everything I’ll ever be
is shaped around you and your needs
you and your needs
I’m at the mercy of your ever changing moods
The bids that you make keep me far from removed from
Everything I am everything I’ll ever do
and I have no regrets
No regrets
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6. |
Thank You
03:36
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I’ve got a second opinion
It’s a split decision
I know I think I know it all…
Silence is priceless
Golden it took too long
And time slowed to show I was alone
Do you know that I thank you?
Do you know that I thank you?
I’ll follow the side show
So long, good bye I’m gone
As all good things come to an end
Good advice is not always right now
So thank you for letting me in
Forgiveness, forgets for right now
Do you know that I thank you?
Do you know that I thank you?
I can tell in well deserved arms
Harm will never scar you
But will your smile be skin deep
My mistakes helped protect
My regrets have all met me
And I still can’t find the words
Do you know that I thank you, that I thank you?
Oh, do you know that I thank you?
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Sarah De Vallière Rochester, New York
A classical background coupled with a love for folk and roots music has led Sarah to writing songs that are daring yet familiar. Her lyrics are all at once raw, smart and intimate, wrapped in expressive melodies and driven by adventurous chord changes. Her songs dare question aloud spirituality, morality, relationships, societal standards, and where the line lies between right and wrong. ... more
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