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Unraveling
04:01
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How many times will I walk this path
just to turn around and walk it all back?
How many dotted lines will I drive alongside, unraveling this life, and
How many people will I recognize,
Encounter for a second and shower, shower, shower, shower with lies?
Oh, how do you know
oh, which way to go
I don’t know
Do you know?
Somebody said to shoot for the stars
When I was a kid, and I knew it’d be hard
But still I took my aim at the night
I pulled back the hammer at the first sign of light
Sure, I have my regrets
Still there’s something I ain’t never said:
I think I’m a failure and I’d rather, rather, rather, rather be dead
Oh, how do you know
oh, which way to go
I don’t know
Do you know?
Everyone’s got their own story to tell,
Their dreams of heaven and encounters with hell
But none of this means a damn thing in the end
None of this means a damn thing in the end
Don’t mean that I gotta give up, give up, give up anything
Oh, how do you know
oh, which way to go
I don’t know
Do you know?
Oh, how do you know
oh, which way to go
I don’t know
Do you know?
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So Low
03:48
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Where’d the night go
How’d we get so low
Where’d the night go
How’d we get so low
I feel my words wrapped around your throat
And find my hands in the pockets of my coat
Slam that bottle
Slam that bottle down
Make a swift move
With a whispering sound
I see you running but my legs won’t move
A concrete statue on an old bar stool
Oh, I’ve heard this story before
Seen the lights on over the door
Watched the movie and wrote the score
Tell me now if you’ll return
I don’t have much patience to burn
And these tables, they don’t turn
Every statue
Comes tumbling down
And every last call
Is a thorn on this crown
Come on baby let me bring ya home
There ain’t no sense in being alone
Oh, I’ve heard this story before
Seen the lights on over the door
Watched the movie and wrote the score
Tell me now if you’ll return
I don’t have much patience to burn
And these tables, they don’t turn
Tell me now, will you return?
I don’t have much ego to burn
Until these tables, they all turn
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North Mississippi
04:04
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Down south in North Mississippi, they have tall skinny trees that straddle the edges of bridges resembling your knees, and I can’t stop thinking about the choices that we made and how welcome you felt, how welcome you felt back at our old hideaway. Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway. And there’s a lake to the right and a sunset to my left. I keep driving north unsettled and restless.
It seems the storm beat me to it, must have passed recently. All the trees that scatter the ground are still holding on to green leaves, and what a shame to only see the spring for just a moment before the wind rushes through, the wind rushes through leaving you fallen and broke in two, broken too, broke in two, broken too. And there’s a church on a hill and another being built. I keep driving north, unsettled and full of guilt.
Down south in North Mississippi, they have tall skinny trees that straddle the edges of bridges resembling your knees.
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Major Tom
04:14
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Sometimes we listen when we pray. Sometimes we don’t have words to say. They say god speaks in mysterious ways. I just shut my mouth and watch the ocean waves.
Your lips are cruel when they kiss. I work my way like Sisyphus. But you rule this rock with an iron fist. It don’t matter much to me, I kinda like it like this.
I know nothin’ but what I know. This world done lost me a long time ago. I feel like Major Tom. I feel like Major Tom, out of control.
So I search the stars for a sign. I’m askin’ questions all the time. But this world, it’s a circle, no it ain’t no line. And I’m back where I started but I’m doing alright. Yeah, I’m back where I started but I’m doing alright. I might be where I started but I’m doing alright.
I know nothin’ but what I know. This world, it lost me a long time ago. I feel like Major Tom. I feel like Major Tom, out of control. I know nothin’ but what I know. This world it lost me a long time ago. I feel like Major Tom. I feel like Major Tom. I feel like Major Tom, letting go. Letting go. Letting go.
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Feel the wheels turnin’ slow the time it takes to let it go. Watch the world spin away, day to night, night into day. I believe in miracles, true. But I don’t think I’ll ever be like you.
I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I, I wish I, I wish I…
The house is empty; my cup is full. This is a hill, and I’m your fool. Head in the clouds, feet on the ground, voices carry without a sound. And all the noise is out of my control. All the silence takes its heavy toll.
I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I, I wish I, I wish I…
I know you’ve heard it all before. I know you’ve heard it all over. And overheard it all before. I know I’ve said this all before.
I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I, I wish I, I wish I… I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I could be alone. I wish I, I wish I, I wish I…
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Broken Bones
04:04
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No one can break your heart quite like the place that you call home. Isn’t it funny and strange? When the rain pours through the bright green leaves of these old trees, I often think this is a magical place. But there’s a sadness. There’s a sadness. There’s a sadness in these bones.
Water swirls around my feet carrying so many dreams that got lost along the way. Life is all rainbows and pain, and sometimes the colors just aren’t the same after an extraordinary rain. And there’s the sadness. Still the sadness. Sadness fills these broken bones.
Broken streets, broken homes, broken hearts that roam alone along broken streets, broken homes, broken hearts that roam alone along broken streets, broken homes, broken hearts that beat through beating. Tell me one more time how you’ve got me on your mind. Tell me one more time how you’ve got me on your mind. How about one more time for the people at the end of the line?
Cause no one can break your heart quite like the place that you call home, and some find it comforting. Bruises come and go just like all the people that we’ve known who grew tired of the fight. So put your hands in the air. Wave ‘em like you don’t care. Sometimes you don’t. This is home.
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Gimme That
04:11
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Look at that sky. Look at that skyline. Look at that skyline full of dollar signs and good times. Dollar signs and good times. Gimme that show biz. Gimme that golden ring. Gimme that show biz. I want everything. Let it light you up inside and take your words. They said, let it light you up inside and take your words.
Look at this sea. Look at this scenery. Look at this sea of dirty streets sold dirt cheap. Dirty streets sold dirt cheap. Gimme that sunshine. Gimme those birds that sing. Gimme that sunshine. I’ll take anything. Take me down. Take me down and round and round we go. Take me down. Take me down and round and round we go.
Let it light you up inside and take your words. They said, let it light you up inside and take your words. Take me down. Take me down and round and round we go. Let it light you up inside and take your words. They said let it light you up inside and take your words.
Gimme that. Gimme that. Gimme that.
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Paper Dolls
04:19
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I wanted to keep you in my heart. I wanted to keep you in my heart, so I drew you on a sheet of paper—your head, neck, and arms, your feet, legs, and heart, the shirt right off your back. I wanted to hold you so I started to fold you like a note in English class. I’m sorry to say I loved you that way.
I wanted to keep you in my heart. I wanted to keep you in my heart. So I placed you in a silver locket, your anger and charm, your glasses, your scarf, your pride and even your laugh. I open it hoping our sordid dystopia remains despised and intact. Sorry to say I love you that way.
So now we go, now we walk, no we run, we don’t talk. We are dead yet we live, but not without punishment of never seeing sometimes caring, always building always tearing the love down, the love down. I’m sorry to say I always knew in some way.
I wanted to keep you in my heart. I wanted to keep you in my heart.
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She doesn’t see you like she used to. You’re not a problem to solve nor an answer she can cling to. She burns the midnight oil in the form of light from her computer screen. An empty glass in the morning, last night’s ice now a solid white ring.
She hates being kissed on the head. She scrunches her eyes and her shoulders and says, I’m doing fine right here, and I’ll be even better this time next year. She doesn’t hear you like she used to.
You either mumble now or there’s a wall you can’t get through. In your dreams you can’t move or speak and you feel you are dreaming now. Your muscles stunned and responses weak; you wanna talk but you aren’t sure how.
She hates being woken in the night. She rubs her eyes like a child about to fight. She says, I’m doing fine right here, and I’ll be even better this time next year.
How many times have you said I’m finally happy. And how many times have you realized you’re not? The trick is in remembering all that you forgot, so grab her arm by the wrist and run until you can’t stop. Grab her arm by the wrist and run until you can’t stop.
She hates being told what to do. There’s a fire in her eyes and you see it burning, too. She hates being told what to do. She sees red through her eyes, and you see it burning, too. She says, I’m doing fine right here, and I’ll be even better this time next year. Oh I’m doing fine right here. And I’ll be even better this time next year.
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Town with One Horse
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Some days I sit and dream of a life, where butterflies are dancin’ and there’s fireflies at night. And you’ll sing me your songs and I’ll sing ‘em with you in our house on the ridge with a great mountain view.
I want babies and romance and plants on the porch, but you want whisky and women in a town with one horse.
Mama says you’re a joke; papa says you can’t be saved. But I believe in miracles and redemption all the same. So I will clasp my hands. I will bow my weary head and pray that God delivers you from someone else’s bed.
I want babies and romance and plants on the porch. But you want whisky and women in a town with one horse.
And I know what they all say. Girl, it’s time to be movin’ on. You’re not getting any younger, little one. But I swear I know the truth—that there’s hope yet in you. I’ll hatch a plan and see it through.
I want babies and romance and plants on the porch. But you want whisky and women in a town with one horse.
Got my rockin’ chair. Got a pistol and a rope. You got drunk and when you wake up the reckoning unfolds. Brother Murphy is here, the pistol’s under my bouquet. And when he asks you to repeat his words, you’ll know what to say.
We’ll have babies and romance and plants on the porch. No more whisky, no more women, no more towns with one horse. No more whisky or women or towns with one horse.
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Ever More Nest New Orleans, Louisiana
Rooted in Southern musical traditions and infused with confessional 90s angst, the music of Ever More Nest can likewise lull and rock you right off a front porch. Ever More Nest’s dynamic, homegrown voice—hugged by lush, church-pew harmonies— is complemented by ghostly, effusive guitars, spirited mandolin and banjo, mournful fiddle, and a rhythm section steady as a country train. ... more
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