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Anyway
03:30
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Shake my head and rub my eyes
How I always bought the lies
Seems as though you’ve not moved on
But there’s nothing I did wrong
I don’t think much of might-have-beens
I don’t buy into that chagrin
I can’t go back to origins … Anyway
I’m clearly not a heroine
But phantom pain will never win
And memory is not a sin … Anyway
Stuff my pockets full of tears
Haven’t cried like that in years
Feeling grateful for the dawn
Stepping forward to move on
I don’t think much of might-have-beens
I don’t buy into that chagrin
I can’t go back to origins … Anyway
I’m clearly not a heroine
But phantom pain will never win
And memory is not a sin … Anyway
I gotta give them something to smile about
There’s no reason for us to do without
So why not give them something to smile about … Anyway
No unfinished business here
No one holding candles near
I got nothing left to prove
No regrets left to remove
I don’t think much of might-have-beens
I don’t buy into that chagrin
I can’t go back to origins … Anyway
I’m clearly not a heroine
But phantom pain will never win
And memory is not a sin … Anyway
I don’t think much of might-have-beens
I don’t buy into that chagrin
I can’t go back to origins … Anyway
I’m clearly not a heroine
But phantom pain will never win
And memory is not a sin … Anyway
I gotta give them something to smile about … Anyway
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2. |
You Might
04:02
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You might say that all of this was going to happen anyway
You might state you’d rather be a victim than to isolate
You might say the patriotic thing to do is disobey
I don’t have the words to speak about all that I’ve heard … I know that
I don’t have a way to process all of my dismay … I’m saying
I don’t have the mind to know if there is a design
But I will sing, and I will sing
You might taste the systematic deadly lack of breathing space
You might sense that lacking in compassion leads to violence
You might learn some things about your loved ones that will cause concern
I don’t have the words to speak about all that I’ve heard … I know that
I don’t have a way to process all of my dismay … I’m saying
I don’t have the mind to know if there is a design
But I will sing, and I will sing
Turning in my bed the room is tilting, resolve is wilting, the tension building
Anger in the street accelerating, interrogating, asphyxiating
Voices speaking truth are slowly rising, stabilizing, unifying
You might muse on thoughts we must articulate to make them true
You might taste the bitter truth of knowing lives have gone to waste
You might see the thing we will remember is the bravery
I don’t have the words to speak about all that I’ve heard … I know that
I don’t have a way to process all of my dismay … I’m saying
I don’t have the mind to know if there is a design
But I will sing, and I will sing
But I will sing, and I will sing
But I will sing, and I will sing
Sing
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3. |
Blessed Avalanche
03:03
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A stack of dirty dishes crashes to the floor
I tried to add another thought I’d carry just one more
It’s not a pretty picture losing all my shit
It’s been too long, it overflowed
I’m out from under it
A delicious crash
Turns it into trash
Healing in a flash
Blessed avalanche
Now I’m spent and tired, messy mercy seat
All these dirty dishes lying shattered at my feet
I gotta shed this habit of carrying all my grief
The sound of breaking dishes brings a
Weird sense of relief
A delicious crash
Turns it into trash
Healing in a flash
Blessed avalanche
On the edge of the dark and the light
Super moon climbs the sky on my right
And the sun to my left shines so bright
Both are right
It’s time to clean this mess up and wash it with my tears
Holding dirty dishes is a habit made of fears
Seeking liberation and integrity
I put them down, the only one I’m
Battling is me
A delicious crash
Turns it into trash
Healing in a flash
Blessed avalanche
A delicious crash
Turns it into trash
Healing in a flash
Blessed avalanche
Blessed avalanche
Blessed avalanche
Blessed avalanche
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4. |
The Dare
03:30
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Why am I sobbing hugely in his dream?
I want to find out what it means
He said he trusted me to work it out
I can exhale when there’s no doubt
I might know why I’m weeping
I might know why I care
I think my heart is leaping
Because I took the dare
I’m always scratching words on what I feel
Scraping to find out what is real
I know that others have much more to grieve
A starry brightness I must weave
I might know why I’m weeping
I might know why I care
I think my heart is leaping
Because I took the dare
I dig my talent from the ground
Multiply then lay it down
Good and faithful joy just might be found
I dig my talent from the ground
Multiply then lay it down
Good and faithful joy just might be found
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Maybe my sobbing was a lightening
Letting me loose so I can sing
It’s kinda hard to speak the words out loud
But I am worthy, bold and proud
(Let’s go)
I might know why I’m weeping
I might know why I care
I think my heart is leaping
Because I took the dare
I know now why I’m weeping
I know just why I care
I feel my heart is leaping
Because I took the dare
Na na na na na na na na na na (Oh, yeah I took the dare)
Na na na na na na na na (Why don’t you take the dare?)
Na na na na na na na na na na (Come on and take the dare)
Na na na na na na na na
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5. |
Let the Wind Come
03:29
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Lean in to listen to whispers of truth
Wait in the silence for all that I knew
Sensing her words through the bones in my head
Murmured confession is nourishing bread
Let the wind come and carry away the ashes
Let the dust go on the landscape of who I am
Let me be good, abandoning all these questions
Let the wind come, so I no longer give a damn
Falling asleep with her words in my soul
Wake with a question to fill up a hole
After eleven years, why do you speak?
She falls into silence, confession complete
Let the wind come and carry away the ashes
Let the dust go on the landscape of who I am
Let me be good, abandoning all these questions
Let the wind come, so I no longer give a damn
Somewhere between blessed and tired
And quick to take offense
Fertile with catastrophe
And sometimes too intense
Open the box with the dried up remains
Seeking compassion for all it contains
Rest in the place where my heart needs to heal
Lean in to listen to words that are real
Let the wind come and carry away the ashes
Let the dust go on the landscape of who I am
Let me be good, abandoning all these questions
Let the wind come, so I no longer give a damn
I don’t give a damn
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Feel Something
03:07
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Questioning my life choices
Feeling my wrist for pulses
Take some more medication
Numbing my desperation
I want to feel something
I want to heal something yeah
And then reveal something
To find the real something yeah
I don’t even feel like breathing
The gall in my chest is seething
I’m splitting in all directions
Soaked in my disaffection
I want to feel something
I want to heal something yeah
And then reveal something
To find the real something yeah
I don’t want to look for fear of seeing
I don’t want to listen ‘cause I might hear
I don’t want to meet for fear of touching
I don’t want to breathe ‘cause I might catch your fear
Chewing through anxious dreaming
Stifle the urge for screaming
Breathing through crushing terror
Thinking there’s something better
I want to feel something
I want to heal something yeah
And then reveal something
To find the real something yeah
I want to feel something
I want to heal something yeah
And then reveal something
To find the real something yeah
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7. |
Purely Who You Are
03:37
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A calm, tiny blessing from you sweet hand
Fingers unfurled, tiny pink fan
You are so purely who you are
Peace like a brilliant evening star
A fire burning brightly bringing light to the dark
Your warm embrace, so full of grace
Unknowing healer, centered in truth
Chasing your passion, nature of youth
You are so purely who you are
Peace like a brilliant evening star
A fire burning brightly bringing light to the dark
Your warm embrace, so full of grace
Thoroughly you, joy through and through
Beautiful clown, spin me around
Teach me to dance, I’ll take the chance
And spend my night like you
If you need an ear, ask me for mine
I will be here, wide open line
You are so purely who you are
Peace like a brilliant evening star
A fire burning brightly bringing light to the dark
Your warm embrace, so full of grace
So full of grace
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8. |
The Talk
03:01
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Standing naked at the bottom of the stairs
Calling to someone who I knew was not there
Invisible to no one except me
Coming face to face with all that I can’t see
I talk and you talk
Never did we have the talk
Only in our silence did we talk
Crushed into silence by my own desire
Unable to make sense of my own fire
I see now I did not know who I was
I understand the pain that absence caused
I talk and you talk
Never did we have the talk
Only in our silence did we talk
There were some moments I was in too deep
But there were no promises I did not keep
I see the memory around your eyes
My interest in your words is my disguise
To speak about it now would seem amiss
Yet silence seems the height of cowardice
I talk and you talk
Never did we have the talk
Only in our silence did we talk
I talk and you talk
Never did we have the talk
Only in our silence did we talk
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9. |
Four Leaf Clover
02:58
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You’re standing here before me and it’s not quite fair
You offer me a fistful of your four-leaf clovers
Even though I searched around you everywhere
Two more jump into your hands when you bend over
I don’t want your stinking four-leaf clovers
I want to find them on my own
I want to be a four-leaf clover
Then I won’t feel so alone
Even though I act as if I just don’t care
Years have passed and I have found no four-leaf clovers
Then I glance beside my shoe and see it there
I squeal and then announce at last my search is over
I don’t want your stinking four-leaf clovers
I want to find them on my own
I want to be a four-leaf clover
Then I won’t feel so alone
You draw near and cheer me
And call my find sublime
“Now you know how they look
You can find them all the time”
Your strange prophetic words left me in deep despair
Cause I was left alone to search for four-leaf clovers
Even though you left a framed one as a spare
I’d rather have you here to find my four-leaf clovers
Yes I want your four-leaf clovers
I won’t find them on my own
I want to be a four-leaf clover
Then I won’t feel so alone
Yes I want your four-leaf clovers
I won’t find them on my own
I want to be a four-leaf clover
Then I won’t feel so alone
You draw near and cheer me
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10. |
Dumping My Delusion
03:37
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It’s right there on the floor
I don’t need it anymore
I no longer feel the need
To hang on to poison seed
There I go, dumping my delusion
Let my truth be more than illusion
I just might reach the right conclusion
In my soul, a stunning revolution
I extend an olive branch
Hoping for an avalanche
I’m beginning to believe
There’s no reason left to grieve
There I go, dumping my delusion
Let my truth be more than illusion
I just might reach the right conclusion
In my soul, a stunning revolution
I can put this feeling down
I can let in healing now
Crazy places are redeemed
Muddy water becomes clean
Not just knowing right from wrong
But embracing what is strong
Leaving that which makes me weak
So much strength to turn a cheek
There I go, dumping my delusion
Let my truth be more than illusion
I just might reach the right conclusion
In my soul, a stunning revolution
Oh … muddy water becomes clean
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11. |
McKiely's Song
03:45
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When’s the last time I have whispered with my head beside your ear?
When’s the last time I have seen you and your whole face could appear?
When’s the last time I have smiled and have no mask to interfere?
There’s a tender place for joy hidden underneath the void
Touch it and the tears will come again
Waiting for the day to come when we don’t need to feel so numb
The sorrows of this troubled time will end
When’s the last time I embraced you with no thought that I should fear?
When’s the last time I could breathe and always trust the atmosphere?
When’s the last time I have laughed so both my eyes were filled with tears?
There’s a tender place for joy hidden underneath the void
Touch it and the tears will come again
Waiting for the day to come when we don’t need to feel so numb
The sorrows of this troubled time will end
There is too much grief
We need some relief
Hold me close, I’ll try to cry
In this tender place
In your sweet embrace
Hold me close, my eyes are dry
When’s the last time I had words to make a worry disappear?
When’s the last time I was fine and you could know I was sincere?
When’s the last time I could weep like there’s no end to all my tears?
There’s a tender place for joy hidden underneath the void
Touch it and the tears will come again
Waiting for the day to come when we don’t need to feel so numb
The sorrows of this troubled time will end
The sorrows of this troubled time will end
The sorrows of this troubled time will end
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12. |
Little Life
03:00
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She thinks of herself in a very small room
Flowing with whispers of truth
Holding them up like a crystalline bloom
Searching each one for a cue
Good God, tiny circumstance
Good God, rich inheritance
Each crystalline whisper unfolds in her hand
Willing to give up its truth
She closes her eyes and her essence expands
Gathering longing anew
Good God, tiny circumstance
Good God, rich inheritance
Seize her little life, shake it for some truth
Gather up the gold, hammer ‘til it’s smooth
You can catch the sun, shine it where you choose
Such a little life, illuminates what’s true
Galloping poetry flows from her soul
Crashing through every untruth
Curative words that fill every hole
Audacity flowing anew
Good God, tiny circumstance
Good God, rich inheritance
Good God, tiny circumstance
Good God, rich inheritance
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Martha Groves Perry San Francisco, California
Martha Groves Perry is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. Her original music has a straightforward, compelling, and edgy clarity with blues, southern rock, and experimental influences and a badass Americana flavor. Her lyrics are poetry, evoking strong visual and tactile imagery and reflecting the fearless truth-telling and unbothered amusement of a seasoned, female point of view. ... more
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