Recorded during the sessions for, but not included on the last album, Humanhood, two sublimely beautiful and poignant tracks with piano, woodwind and more, now released together by the Toronto artist Tamara Lindeman, out on Fat Possum Records. To explore and enjoy more by The Weather Station, see also the other embedded links below.
If you don't want me, say so now it's not too late
I know it's not a good time to talk this out but I don't wanna wait
And fool myself, pressing into the crowd at the airport now
I tell you you're free
Believe me
You were beside me, I tried not to look
Now you're walking behind me, I could hide how badly I'm shook
In the high ceilinged airport hall
Men with machine guns leaning against the wall
There's not one look on my face -
For the flash of the customs camera to trace
If you had to end this before it can start, you can
If you have to pull back, it won't break my heart
I know how to kill my own love dead
How do you think I'm still standing not losing my head?
Explosions on every screen
In the bright lit lounge, everybody just watching
It was only kindness you gave me
What good in a crisis can this kindness be?
I know how to bury something so good
Just like the whole world and my life taught me I should
Anything living, anything lovely, anything you can't use for something
Now this plane is lifting straight into the air
Now our arms are touching in these narrow chairs
Give me a second, I swear it'll seep right down
Headphones on, drowning it out in sound
This feeling
Believe me
It was only kindness you gave me
It was only patience, just a common thing
It's easy to bury a good love alive
Find the crack in it, tear it apart in my mind
But that lyric was right
All there is here is more light
Followed you down into the park
The sky blue-black in the growing dark
You talk, and I despair
It's not my place to say anything
If I did you'd still go back to him
Wind lifts in your hair
The older I get, the more tired I am
If there's anything I want to be saying now, it's only the truth
Laid out dirty, slumped in these lines
Never as clean and pure as the lie
You're so drawn to
I don't blame you
He tried to tell you who you were
So he could tell you what you deserve
It was the same for me too
That kind of love blots out the light
It's so hungry that kind of lie
To burn right through
All those old things you knew were right
Like an old dishrag stained with your life
Only the truth
Doesn't care if you care, all it is ever is is there
Open to you
Only just true
We walked up on the lip of the hill
Where before us, city lights fill the line of the view
I saw through, the high black towers
The grid of streets that buried a river
Snaking wet curves deep under ground
Look around - the city built up high, on shifting sands, built to deny
Only the truth
Underneath it all, a foundation of mud, unstable, pulsing like blood
Only the truth
Can't be bought, can't be sold
We all had learned to get by on another kind of gold
Unnoticed, ugly, dirty, strange, impermanent and plain
Only the truth
Doesn't care if you care
It's better to just leave it there
Nothing to say, nothing to see here
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