1. |
washing windows
03:20
|
|||
|
I saw you, pacing around the living room
With your wild hair, mirrored glass, and broken stare
Oh our crew, we could waste an afternoon
By night I knew, but didn't know what to do
Send up a signal, give me a sign
Let me know, when you think you might arrive
Cause I'll be washing windows, putting on that shine
And I hope, you're right on time
Another night out, among the wolves and summer crowds
In your long dress, taking names and making bets
Another streetlight, another chance to get it right
A long car ride that smells like sweat and French fries
Send up a signal, give me a sign
Let me know, when you think you might arrive
Cause I'll be washing windows, putting on that shine
And I hope, you're right on time
Send up a signal, give me a sign
Let me know, when you think you might arrive
Cause I'll be washing windows, putting on that shine
And I hope, you're right on time
|
||||
2. |
open my eyes
02:25
|
|||
|
Oh how you know when the winter hits your bones
Here in our forgotten land of ice and snow
You stood on your own, a shiver in a winter coat
Wishing anyone would come and take you home
I don't know
I don't know, but I've been told
I should open my eyes
I should open my eyes
I'd make all the right turns, and catch all of the lights
If I opened my eyes
You took kerosene to the Expedition limousine
Last night, around midnight, in my dreams
I stood for a while, my lips curled into a smile
As you and the flames turned the parking lot wild
I don't know
I don't know, but I've been told
I should open my eyes
I should open my eyes
I'd make all the right turns, and catch all of the lights
If I opened my eyes
|
||||
3. |
big league dreams
02:15
|
|||
|
Saw the ends off, stack the logs
Lost last calls, pour a little salt
Break our necks, trying to see what's next
Act like we don't care, anymore, but you do
Now we're howling at the moon
Bursting at the seams
Filling up our coffees with tired eyes
And all these big league dreams
Change your shape, leave the waste
Put on your bravest face
Make your mark, find where you parked
Act like you don't care, anymore, but you do
Now we're howling at the moon
Bursting at the seams
Filling up our coffees with tired eyes
And all these big league dreams
Now we're howling at the moon
Bursting at the seams
Filling up our coffees with tired eyes
And all these big league dreams
And all these big league dreams
|
||||
4. |
parking garage
03:53
|
|||
|
Search my mind for another talking point
Like "hey that summer breeze feels so nice"
Here in our little town by the sea
We had this kinda night once or twice
But sometimes i miss the part
Where I start, coming apart
For the rush of the touch of your hand in a parking garage
Then I went at large, lost my credit card
Stumbled on home in the dark
That night for the touch of your hand in a parking garage
Another wall-to-wall Saturday
Maybe share a drink when baths are done
Laugh to an old show wrapped in a throw
Drift on the couch, the battle won
But sometimes i miss the part
Where I start, coming apart
For the rush of the touch of your hand in a parking garage
Then I went at large, lost my credit card
Stumbled on home in the dark
That night for the touch of your hand in a parking garage
Oh, that night for the touch of your hand in a parking garage
|
||||
5. |
dry me out
04:16
|
|||
|
It's an hour's drive from you to me
And laying on your porch, near Ossipee
Reading throwaways with G&Ts
As your one-piece swimmer dries beneath
From the balconies I learned to speak
And in the basements we tried alchemy
We were never ones for pageantry
But tonight beauty queen, show off for me
I can see you now
In the last light of some nowhere town
And I just need you now
To hang me up, and dry me out
Hang me up, and dry me out
I used to be a good old time
Now there's all these ladders here to climb
And a thousand ways to waste my time
And the weight on weekends multiplying
So if one day this shine does rust
We can leave this place in a cloud of dust
But we got 40 left kid, buckle up
Because until then it's boom or bust
I can see you now
In the last light of some nowhere town
And I just need you now
To hang me up, and dry me out
Hang me up, and dry me out
I can see you now
In the last light of some nowhere town
And I just need you now
To hang me up, and dry me out
Hang me up, and dry me out
|
||||
6. |
williamson hall
02:59
|
|||
|
Your sister's blue-eyed malaise, comes in drips and in waves
While your fast asleep, stretched out on the chaise
Thinking of younger days, summers spent in a haze
No thesis to be written, or arguments made
So get up, and stand tall, like you did back in Williamson Hall
When it was all that mattered and all that there was to do
Hold the hill, take your stands, don't get fooled by some kid's outstretched hand
Because honey I'll be home, making plans, that involve you
It comes and it goes, that old feeling you know
When you put on For Emma and walk home alone
There were reasons untold, formal clothes bought and sold
An exchanging of ledgers, and returning of stones
So get up, and stand tall, like you did back in Williamson Hall
When it was all that mattered and all that there was to do
Hold the hill, take your stands, don't get fooled by some kid's outstretched hand
Because honey I'll be home, making plans, that involve you
Now Jack is so tall, and Ellie still calls
But it's like Durham's Europe by the start of the fall
There's weekend football and trips to the mall
But sometimes there's this pull, an old feeling recalled
So get up, and stand tall, like you did back in Williamson Hall
When it was all that mattered and all that there was to do
Hold the hill, take your stands, don't get fooled by some kid's outstretched hand
Because honey I'll be home, making plans, that involve you
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
I'd give it all to you, my love
My gift-wrapped, sunsplashed heart attack
I'd chase you through a midnight flood
of classmates' kids smiling back
You said "I think we might've lost our step"
But I'm not giving up just yet
So baby don't you cry
Come on close your eyes
Let this car rip this town in two
You'll be hypnotized, by the Romans and their nights
And we'll be back this way real soon
If we end up in Paris, or at our parents' high school dance
I'll be the one smiling and waving my hand
You're the queen, in the backseat
Of some new friend's old sedan
Racing down these country roads
And changing all our plans
You said "I think we might've lost our step"
But I'm not giving up just yet
So baby don't you cry
Come on close your eyes
Let this car rip this town in two
You'll be hypnotized, by the Romans and their nights
And we'll be back this way real soon
If we end up in Paris, or at our parents' high school dance
I'll be the one smiling and waving my hand
My hips creak, and your memory's weak
But my jokes still make you smile
It's half off at our favorite place
We could go there, for a while
You said "I think we might've lost our step"
But I'm not giving up just yet
So baby don't you cry
Come on close your eyes
Let this car rip this town in two
You'll be hypnotized, by the Romans and their nights
And we'll be back this way real soon
If we end up in Paris, or at our parents' high school dance
I'll be the one smiling and waving my hand
|
||||
8. |
passenger seat
02:55
|
|||
|
Hey little thing, it's time that we break the huddle
They say your like me, but your eyes have her coal fire
Hey mystery, I'll sing you to sleep in the moonlight
And drive you around with mom pulling out her hair
It's true that time is a thief
But now there's this to believe
When I'm working or raking leaves
I'm watching you from the passenger seat
Now there's a ring, burning a hole in your pocket
And a pretty young kid, her eyes welling up with tears
Now there's a thing, and your leading your mom on the dance floor
And we're packing your car for your big move out to the coast
It's true that time is a thief
But now there's this to believe
When I'm working or raking leaves
I'm watching you from the passenger seat
That other guy seems old to me
Those Friday nights can make you mean
The video games and movie screams, oh my
It's true that time is a thief
But now there's this to believe
When I'm working or raking leaves
I'm watching you from the passenger seat
|
||||
Desk Jockeys Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Night-time folk songs from the seacoast of New Hampshire
www.seacoastonline.com/story/entertainment/2021/06/15/bryan-belanger-desk-jockeys-releases-first-album-big-league-dreams/5043204001/
If you like Desk Jockeys, you may also like:
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you.
go to album
Postcards From the Country
by Trae Sheehan
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP.
go to album
Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
The Creature That I Call Myself
by Julie Arsenault
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 21, 2015
go to album
The Texan sibling indie-folk duo is back with a new album that is filled with sweeping, cinematic tracks.
go to album
The Toronto-based sextet make moody, cinematic sounding music that blends psych-folk and post-rock.
go to album
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast.
go to album
