Copeland | I’m a Sucker for a Kind Word
— Eat, Sleep, Repeat (2006)On the softness of her laugh I could almost make my bed, but the racket of her absence join the sirens blaring ringing in my head. Holding nothing tight, holding nothing tight with my eyes so wide.
In a house without a backdoor I was looking for a fire escape.
And I’ve been rippin’ up the floorboards,
Just trying to get away from this sleeplessness.
(Source: neuromanticism / copelandband)
The Day I Lost My Voice (The Suitcase Song) | Copeland
— You Are My Sunshine (2008)As sure as the floor ‘neath my toes, and somehow not surprised that I was superimposed somehow in this life. And if my friends and my foes would just drop me a line that’d be nice.
You see love is a drink that goes straight to my head. And time is a lover and I’m caught in her stead. And the sentiment there follows me straight to my bed through the night.
(Source: neuromanticism / copelandband)
What Do I Know? | Copeland
— You Are My Sunshine (2008)
If you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay.
There are a million other fools to make your bed.
And they’ll be closing all the shades
To keep you right there in that grave.
And I’ll be knocking cause you never left my head.
(Source: abandonedmarionette)
Brighter Lights | States
— Room to Run (Tooth and Nail re-issue) (2012)
Introspect | Anchor & Braille
— Felt (2009)
I cannot wait for The Quiet Life to come out later this year. Stephen’s music has impacted my adult life more than any other musician out there.
Summer Tongues | Anchor & Braille
— Felt (2009)
As beautiful as ever.
Blur | Anchor & Braille
Felt (2009)
(Source: dailydoseofaudio)
Anchor & Braille: “Blur”
Take me down to where you think I belong.
You can’t rescue me, you ain’t that strong.
You don’t know no better,
I’m not gonna tell you any better.
Can you turn this pale water to wine?
If you can do that, I think we’ll be fine.
But you can’t raise a sinner.
And it’s not me, but honesty, that’s died.
Blurring lines between love and sin.
Can’t tell where you stop and where I begin.
Your body’s sending questions to answers
You can’t give, or can you give?If you throw me a line, I’ll only drag you in,
This isn’t New York City and the ice is thin.
Keep your eyes open up all night,
I’ll be gone by the moment, it strikes daylight.
Believed in fate and now you think their lies.
I never meant to hurt a soul alive.
I’m still searching for what you can’t give,
But the further I wander, the less I know what it is.
Blurring lines between love and sin.
Can’t tell where you stop and where I begin.
My body’s sending promises that I cannot keep.
Well we are blurring lines between love and sin.
Can’t where you stop and where I begin.
Your body’s sending questions to answers,
You can’t give, or can you give?
It’s one of my goals to one day record something at Aaron Marsh’s music studio.
It’s a goal I intend to realize completely.
