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Passion
04:53
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Don’t believe what I said yesterday
You thought I could love you
But you were wrong
Now, it’s time
For us to break off contact
For you to leave you me behind
But it’s not so easy for me
You thought you could get away so easily
But I failed to mention
How hard I can be
And I won’t forget you
And I can’t forgive you
Even though I want to
And I never loved you
Could never love you anyway
I thought I knew what love was once
But it was just passion unrequited
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Taos
05:19
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I’ve never been to New Mexico
Never seen the canyons there
But I open up my window sometimes
I breathe the Jersey winter air
And I think of how you might be breathing too
The bus from work’s too warm again
As we pass the Meadowlands
Hordes of football players
Fight for no reason there
I sent you a gift
I couldn’t help it
Things were beautiful for a moment
When I heard you’d opened it
But by the dark meadowlands
Season’s over, winter’s here
You’ll be in Taos sometime
But how long will it be before I see you?
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Wait
05:40
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I still love the little details about you
Like how you wore a tail every Friday when you were in high school
A luxurious, long, fluffy thing
It’s all I needed to know
I may not have been innocent then
But at least I had passion
At least I wasn’t bored
And one of these days, I’ll make it to Washington State
Go down to Portland, sidle along the West coast
Then across the Pacific, away from you
There’s no music scene in Boston anyway
Just graveyards and empty ships
Then up into space
I heard the International Space Station takes refugees these days
And crashing, aflame, back to bed with you
Where we lay in fever
Where one of us is in heat
And the other dreams of escaping away
Guess I’ll go to Canada
Guess I’ll live with the geese
I won’t wait for change
I can’t wait for change
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Dragonflies
06:15
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Remember that time
When at home
In the summer I saw
Two dragonflies mating
Floating around on top of each other grotesquely
I was terrified
The Cronenberg of life
Pleasure rendered as horror
I see bulbous eyes
Chasing me through my nightmares
An aversion to life - is it normal?
(Fucking is a disease
Procreation is incest)
Later that summer
I was invited down the block
To play with water guns
All I wanted was to fit in
So I let the boys spray water all over my head
And when I fled, nearly crying
They shouted after me
“I thought you liked it!”
And so it is with everything
You don’t contain a universe
You are just flesh
Melting away in the sun
Those dragonflies…
Chasing me in my nightmares
An aversion to life - is it normal?
Fucking is a disease
Procreation is
Incest, insects
And so it is with everything
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Aristotle
04:18
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My sister thinks we’re dating ferociously undercover
But we’re like Aristotle says
Friends to the other
You’re the only one who knows
Of passion turned to horror
Sex to ash
Self-esteem eradicated
Fragile ego burnt
Death as close as when I was alone in the world
Cum on the sheets
Tissues slopping it up
Tears falling fiercely
And hope gone
You couldn’t make it better that night
No one could
But you listened, and you told me
It could be alright
I don’t need a lover
I don’t want one anymore
The night I lost myself, I couldn’t bear to tell you
But I called you the next day
Sobbing, I stared into the monitor
To tell you my story
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6. |
Dream (feat. Cat Fugue)
07:53
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Dreams crashing
Hearts failing
Into the night, I’ll find a spot to lay and let the memories haunt my thoughts
Can you see me here?
Can’t wait to disappear
Into my mind all alone
Staring at the window, or anywhere but into your black eyes
If I could, I’d be out of here
I don’t want to lie with you
But I can’t go
This isn’t fine, though
This is probably how it was meant to be
(Cold and empty relationship with my friends
Cold and empty relationship with myself)
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Heartrender
06:55
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Rushing through Ridgewood
On the way to work this morning
Just before the subway
I stepped on a dead baby bird
And thought about life
It’s a pretty line that means nothing
At 8am, the end is in everything
But I can’t blame you for that
You ruined me
The truth is, though,
I ruined myself
You contained multitudes
You made me laugh in the best ways
I wanted to go blind with you
It’s a pretty line that means nothing
On the very same day
Walking back home
I watched a boy pop his little sister’s balloon
Then throw the pieces in her face
Just because he could
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Eric Benoit New Jersey
Contact: eric@ericmbenoit.com
If you've ever stared at your computer and cried, or told Siri you were sad because you didn't have anyone else, but you kind of felt good about it, then you know what my music feels like.
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