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lost my last ship to the raging sea
which took my last wooden love from me
the people back home won’t ever understand
this severing of my right hand
the flag’s out at front at half mast today
my cold body in bed sits half passed away
the beach looks nice but I can’t get through it
thought of new future but rather did screw it
this wheel’s not the same
storebought, the wrong game
doctor can’t fix what nature broke
father can’t pray while his daughters smoke
I wish I were them sometimes, earthbound and free
instead I white out, floating heavenbound me
heaven, what a place
do they have a sea in space?
if I reach high enough will they take me in?
the stars and the gas halo sun
the god with the paintball gun
and his miserable holy son
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Shouting Into The Void
03:47
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No.
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Single Pale Rose
03:34
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church is hell, I’m bored as sin
I thought I was old enough
to not have to come here with the family
and all that dated stuff
everyone’s too old or young
and listening so close
I didn’t think I’d give a shit
until my eyes met Rose
found her after mass and talked about our Sunday lives
here I thought we’d both be bored but she’s collecting knives
stories of the common goers, hypocrites at best
but it got quiet when we noticed the thorns on her chest
I knew she had short red hair and a green dress on
but it never clicked she’d be a flower like this
in the noonday sun
we stood for a bit making no eye contact until she laughed
and we both sat down to think a bit about it
oh Rose
I’m blushing too, it’s just for you
come back home and we’ll be two
I can wait on you
but if you’re ready for a new garden life
be my rosy garden wife
why tell father? we’ll be happier off either way
no one looking over us to control our Sunday
nothing is impossible but if you’d like it slow
I can wait right here
you just come and let me know
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Injured Bird Song
02:38
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oh my word
injured wing
little bird
venture home
the sea’s waves sharpened and the nests fell out of the trees
mothers separated from their kids
“heroes” brought them to corners to keep them from the wind
but the family connections hit the skids
and as they sat worrying
the gloves came on
feathers plucked and sheared
and amplified what feared
center of some meaning
but not to little wings
too busy severing a lifeline
to hear them try to sing
once more for you
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Sail On Grace
02:19
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maybe it’s a passing phase
where all things cease to stay the same
and I learn to let go from what I can’t change
and let you play as you see fit
and I know it’ll be a while
before our paths cross again
maybe by then I’ll learn to give you space
but until then I’ll keep having crying dreams
maybe it’s a missing face
old thoughts won’t return but associations remain
is this something I can’t train
myself to unlearn? lest old fires re-burn
and I’ll hold onto next time
sail on grace and honor
sail on your passions
sail on talent, beauty
and cooler actions
they love you in Germany
is that too on the nose?
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where did you suppress last night
as the memory fades into black light
ultraviolet sun wakes you up from the deep
sleep that you entered to keep yourself from being harmed
tattoos weren’t there but here they appear
neck legs and eyes dotted ink
throwing up ashes in the bathroom sink
where mystery loses its charm
as Commissioner X conjures the arm
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Second Choice Result
03:44
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maybe I’m hallucinating
maybe I’m just tired of waiting
but the holes in my hand have yet to close
and there’s white blood cells dripping from my nose
and I’m not gonna act like I’m not having fun
but this wouldn’t have been my first choice
maybe I’m just salivating
maybe I’m this irritating
but the rain won’t let up
yet the roof is fine
I don’t wanna stay up til 8:59
in the morning again, I have things to do
so I can be as accomplished as you
maybe I’m just now beginning
maybe this is a happy ending
where I leave the world and you’re better off
and you’ll never have to put up with my grating cough
or whatever it is that puts you off
as if I’ll wash my sheets when I’m dead
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Red Hair
04:53
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I know you’re not there
or I’d see your red hair
next to the bathroom cloud
but said cigarette’s not there
I know you’ve been hurting
and crying alone
I wish I could pick you up
and take you back home
so we can be together alone
both bottles are empty
and they all smell like you, every time
otherwise it’s like you were never here, at all
maybe I’m hopeless
but I’m right here hoping you’ll call
even if your voice is shot
I haven’t forgotten
last night
last fight
black ice
(found an old shoe next to her rickety old piano)
the last I remember
was third of December
you were shivering in the rocking chair
clutching a matchbook
that matched with your red hair
we weren’t talking
but I went to get up
you weren’t walking
like you’d given up
I miss the ashtrays
I miss your light
I miss your red hair
ever so bright
I may never find you
or I may one day
whatever happens
I hope you’re okay
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Good Will, Good Faith
00:50
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in good will and good faith
the hands rise
speak up for the good times
what good times
but lost in the rosy lens
how many hearts will they see again
how many losing friends
how many stories end
in good will and good faith
eye cannonball tear ducts arise like waterfalls
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I don't believe in unconditional love
billions of separate minds
tuned in to one frequency
that all can be resolved with peace
if we all just listen
then everything will go away
but it’s never worked that way
well we can’t just listen to fascists
who want most of us dead
we can’t just let them pass on
because they’re coming for our heads
we can’t just listen to moderates
who act like this is fine
they’ll stay inside watching Freeform
drinking shitty ten-dollar wine
ignoring the world around them
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