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Once in a while
I find myself slipping
Once in a while
I feel my chest rising
Once in a while
I can’t help but wondering
Once in a while
I need to remind myself
Once in a while
It all seems familiar
Once in a while
It hurts more than I can take
Once in a while
I shake til I shiver
Once in a while
I need to make a mistake
Once in a while
I find myself feeling good
Once in a while
I ask myself if I should
Once in a while
I need someone to bother
Once in a while
I think of my father
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Everyone dies
Everything changes
If you try to catch it it’ll leave
Everything breathes
Everything matters
If you try too hard to see it it’ll blind you in the night
No one said it was fair
Just be there
No one said it was fair
Just be there
Just be aware
Just beware
Is it a stretch to say that
We are all a dance waiting to happen?
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We don’t have much time
To find our love
We each walk a line
Of mind and of blood
Let it flow
When hurt finds its way to you
Open the door
Poor the tea
And let it be
Let it be there, with you
Hospitality
Hospitality
Let it show
When the wood’s all burned down
And only ashes remain
And everything starts to
Sound the same
Revel in it
Revel in the silence
Let it grow
Hospitality
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When I was young, we’d go to the lagoon
I’d wade through the water in my little shoes
Dragonflies would play in my hair
I wasn’t scared
Dad at the top of the rocks, with his cooler full of booze
And I was so brave, I’d climb up those rocks
While the peacocks called
Oh how the water rushed after a flood
It was hard to hold on
But I made it…
I made it to
The lagoon
Trickling sounds,
Snakes and flowers all around
And beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful
Greens and browns
Hot Texas air, and life everywhere
Feeling a million years old and new
There wasn’t anything I couldn’t do
In that lagoon
Next year, the river’s dried up
No place for me
To wade in the water in my little shoes
One day soon
I hope to visit the lagoon
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When I was a kid I thought I’d die young
Wave goodbye to everything and everyone
Twenty years go by and I’m still alive…
What to do with all this time?
Paint a rose and skip a dose, I suppose
Prep and meal and make a deal, and feel
All the things I do to make myself me
What do they mean?
What do they see that I don’t?
Why does it feel so important to be a thing, to be anything?
So I give a hug and take a drug… try to help someone
Try to help someone
I could never be like you:
Wave “Hello” then let it go, just like that
Always gotta chase a dream, pull a thing from a hat
Maybe one day I will learn
Until I do I’ll sing to you so I feel like I’ve earned it
All these feelings come and go
It doesn't make it any easier, you know
It doesn’t make it any easier, you know
It’ll all be over soon
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I’m on my way up….toward the top
I feel the breeze tease my hair...I’m almost there
Just one more step now...I can feel it
Then I’ll be able to see so far
This time it’s different (How so?)
Something in the wind… (is there now?)
I think I have a chance of finding something more (You’ve said that before)
Just gotta keep it up (give it up)
Ooh, there’s gotta be an edge here somewhere (Are you sure?)
And when I finally find it (that’ll be the day)
It’ll all be okay…
See the strawberry
See the strawberry
See the strawberry
See
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Why must I drink a potion to feel alive?
I think I need to be spoken to like a child
Why didn’t mother teach me to touch my pain?
Why couldn’t hers do the same?
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I don’t feel sad anymore
I don’t feel sad anymore…
The days are easy
So easy…
I don’t feel sad anymore
I don’t cry anymore…
The days are easy
So easy…
I don’t get sad anymore
I don’t get mad anymore
The days are easy
So easy
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When you try to reach the end, you always go
Backwards
If you try to stop the pain, you get to know
It’s not gonna hurt any less
Than it did
Just a minute ago
When you try to bridge the gap, a haunting grows…
Slowly
All these other versions of you stop and go
When you try to force a move, your progress slows
Striving for some other plane is all we know,
And there’s no shame in that
Just lay low, layperson
Lay low
Sing slow, you householder
Lay low
Surround yourself with all the things you think you need
To be you and see things the way you do
After all, who are you without them?
Say you want to be organic, let it happen!
“Happiness is right here!”
Then that heaviness starts to bear down…
Lay low, layperson
Lay low
Sing slow, you householder
Lay low
So you let the devil drag you down
Sometimes you’ve just gotta wait it out, somehow
There’s no end, no way back up now, I’ve fucked up now, can’t return
(I should have seen this coming)
It’s darker than it was before….I should’ve done more
Where’s the door?
Lay low, layperson
Lay low
Sing slow, you householder
Lay low
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I know we’re not supposed to go
I’m only human
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A rain falls down softly
As I count the time until the next bus
Can I make it gentle?
The space between the last thought
And the ones yet to come…
Here we go again, try to make amends
Can’t you let it be?
Does it ever end, all the play-pretend?
When will you see?
My brain
Is only a receiver
And beggars can’t be pleasers
My brain
Is only a receiver
Make me a believer
Ah, here comes a face I recognize
Do I recoil or rejoice?
Do I have a choice?
How long have I been here?
Between the talking and the traffic and the rain,
I can never tell
Here we go again, try to make amends
Can’t you let it be?
Does it ever end, all the play-pretend?
When will you see?
My brain
Is only a receiver
And beggars can’t be pleasers
My brain
Is only a receiver
Make me a believer
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Don’t know where
To go from here
It’s not clear
Who I’m near
But maybe there’s someone waiting…
There could be something waiting….
For me
Don’t know how
To proceed
Don’t know what I need
Or who I need it from
But I believe
Yeah, I believe
There could be someone waiting
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I’m gonna dig deep, deep down
I’m gonna find the sound
The subtle, vibrational twitch
That stings my heart and makes my skin itch
I’m gonna hold my breath until
My bones are still
And my lungs fill
With the soft soil
And I am whole again
Buried with the feelings
As I begin this process of
Sending and receiving
I feel myself bleeding
But can’t find the wound
I inhale the blood, drop by drop
And breathe it into my heart
I’m gonna lie down naked in the rain
Where the shame can
Drip off of me like
Dirt from a dog
And the tears and the river water are all the same
I’m gonna let it have me
So I can be free
No false hope or faith for me
Please…
Just big, empty blackness
(and a hurt so big, it could hold you
for eternity
for eternity)
As I begin this process of
Sending and receiving
I feel myself bleeding
But can’t find the wound
I inhale the blood, drop by drop
And breathe it into my heart
It doesn’t end but it’s a start
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Be still, my love
These things take time, you know
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Darling, you’re shaking
Had too much again last night
And the night before
Sweetheart, you’re bleeding
Picked your wounds again today
You’ve got to let them heal
Don’t twist the knife in deeper
You don’t need to suffer anymore than you are right now
I know it’s not easy;
Everyone around you says you’ve got to fight to win
But winning isn’t everything
Everyone dies one way or another,
You’ve got to choose your battles
Don’t twist the knife in deeper
You don’t need to suffer anymore than you are right now
Don’t twist the knife in deeper
You don’t know where it’s leading
You don’t know where it’s leading you
You don’t know how deep you already are…
Make some space
Listen closely
I’ll be here all night
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Aug 13, 2021: Knock Knock, the second studio album by (Eli)zabeth Owens (they/them), is an ambitious and exhilarating departure from the psychedelic folk-rock sounds they’ve come to be known for. Showcasing an eclectic mix of electronic samples, experimental production and complex vocal layering atop lush arrangements of harp, piano and lead guitar, this avant-garde baroque-pop roller coaster makes for an intense and captivating listen.
Conceptually, Knock Knock is a continuation of Owens' "Coming of Age" saga. Told in three acts, the record explores themes of sobriety, ego deconstruction, and spiritual materialism.
After escaping the Tower of Forgetting and reaching the edge of the broken kingdom in Coming of Age, our young hero(ine) now faces the mountains ahead. Countless grueling attempts at scaling the beast later, they find themselves bruised and alone at the bottom of the rocks. While searching fruitlessly for a way around the merciless ridge, our hero discovers a different route: through. The digging begins.
Experience the full visual album here:
youtu.be/NlFNSBiROOQ
Play the Patience unity game here:
eliowens19.itch.io/patience
Bio: English-born artist Elizabeth Owens has always held music close to their heart. Ten years of classical training in piano, voice, and guitar coupled with their experience in production & sound design makes Owens' genre-fluid blend of electro-baroque art-pop both classic and fresh.
After pursuing degrees in both Filmmaking & Psychology in Richmond, Virginia, Owens decided to focus their efforts on music production & education in 2014. Since then, they have been forging a path of relentless self-discovery and aural storytelling through such unique releases as Growing Pain and Coming of Age.