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Flybird

by Jonathan Atkins

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1.
Flybird 06:54
I wish I learned how to hold my breath, I wish I learned how to hold my breath, Because someone once told me that if I hold you in, Time moves slow, if I hold everything in. Because someone had once told me, if I breath you in, I'll feel you all along my skin. I wish I learned how to spread my wings, I wish I learned how to spread my wings. Because someone once told me if I spread my feathers, The wind will catch me and take me right to my endeavours. Because someone had told me if we spread our wings, Then we'll begin to feel like kings. And maybe if we just start free falling, Everything will fall into play. And maybe if we stop stalling, Everything will follow our way, And maybe if we just start free falling, Everything will fall into play. And maybe if we stop stalling, Everything will follow our way, And the wind will catch our wings. I wish I learned how to control myself, I wish I learned how to control my fear, Someone once told me if I let you in, I'll learn to better my sin, Because someone once told me if I face my fears, I'll only feel you near. And maybe if we just start free falling, Everything will fall into play. And maybe if we stop stalling, Everything will follow our way, And maybe if we just start free falling, Everything will fall into play. And maybe if we stop stalling, Everything will follow our way, And the wind will catch our wings. Flybird, you've caught my eyes, Flybird you inspire me to fly, Your wings are to beautiful to be wasted, And it'd be a shame if someone made you stop, But I guess that's what a broken heart does, It makes you put away your precious wings. And maybe if we just start free falling, Everything will fall into play. And maybe if we stop stalling, Everything will follow our way, And maybe if we just start free falling, Everything will fall into play. And maybe if we stop stalling, Everything will follow our way, And the wind will catch our wings.
2.
Drive 03:07
I wouldn't break your heart, If I were living in it. And that's a pretty good start, To some fancy city lovin'. But I'm just so afraid, Of everything I'm unaware of. I couldn't undo the braid, Of things I'm certain I love. You sold all your stuff, That didn't matter anymore, And packed up just enough, Inside a suitcase by the door. And maybe, I'm just thinking, I admire your amount of drive. You've been through a lot, And lived so many lives. I wish I could have known, Where I should have been, But this feeling in my bones, Keeps me firmly on my feet. Maybe I'm just a stone, Planted firmly in the ocean, With no way of getting home, And no way of gaining motion. You sold all your stuff, That didn't matter anymore, And packed up just enough, Inside a suitcase by the door. And maybe, I'm just thinking, I admire your amount of drive. You've been through a lot, And lived so many lives.
3.
Dorm 03:57
Were you in the other room smoking weed, For the sake of taking weed, Or were you getting ready for, Living without me. You didn't seem to give a shit At least at that point, And I guess I didn't care, So there was no way to disappoint. We said final prayers, And wished we'd find better luck, And you kissed on my neck, And told me your sorry, you know it sucks. If you just carried your weight, Just for a little bit, just for a little bit, And gave me a break every now and again, just for a little bit, If you just carried your weight, Just for a little bit, just for a little bit, Instead of leaving it all to me. "Do something amazing!" She said, "Just please get the fuck, Out of your head." Don't lose that sense of pride, That you've tucked away inside, And I'm sorry for the things I've done and said. We said final prayers, And wished we'd find better luck, And you kissed on my neck, And told me your sorry, you know it sucks. If you just carried your weight, Just for a little bit, just for a little bit, And gave me a break every now and again, just for a little bit, If you just carried your weight, Just for a little bit, just for a little bit, Instead of leaving it all to me.
4.
Hall 03:38
theres something sort of haunting about the ghosts in the halls, That has me thinking about the friends in the walls, I didn't volunteer to make friends, With the ghosts in the halls. It just sort of happened over the course of a night, There's something daunting about waking up in the middle of the night, That's got me imagining all sorts of crazy sights. When I realised there's no end, To the ghosts lined up along the walls, I just sort of put away any fright. Are you sending me your ghost, Are you sending me your ghosts? Are you still sending me your ghosts? Or is this one genuinely mine.
5.
Pretty 04:42
Moontime, Autumn, Scarf wrapped tight around my throat, I'm beginning to see, Why I love this time the most. Dressed for sweater weather, Comfortable at best, While you sit and complain, You'd rather have the tropics, instead. And we could talk about the future, But nothing was enough, I couldn't follow you anywhere, Nothing supported any of my stuff. And someday, sometime soon, I'll know what it's all about, But right now I'm not in love, And that's something I've figured out. I've never seen rainbows, All mixed together and jumbled up. And I've never seen a world, So unsure and so fucked up. And after all this time, I couldn't look at you, obsessed, And it's still fair to say, What pretty eyes, I guess. Noontime, December, I'm starting to realise, That the cold winds starve my face, Of any sort of life, And given any memory, Of stupid humid summer days, I remember why it is, I love the winter ways. And I wouldn't give anything, To be anywhere else, I've learned to love this cold city, And it's given me my health. And someday, sometime soon, I'll know what it's all about, But right now I'm in love, And that's something I've figured out. I've never seen birds, So unhappy to fly, And I've never seen a world, So eager to burn up and die And after all this time, I couldn't look at you, unless, I told myself, 'What pretty eyes, I guess."
6.
Because 03:57
Take a sip of your drink, And then let the words out. It's not hard for me to think, Of what it's all about. You slip me the poison, And then let me choke on the vaccine, You've lead me to wander on, And figure out what it all means. Because that's how you do it, Because that's how you do it to me, Because that's how you do it, Because that's how your cruel mind dreams, Because that's how you use it, Because that's how you use it on me, Because that's how I love it, Because that's how you put me to sleep. Get me crying in you hallway, And you'll have me at my best, Because I'm happiest when you say, Things that make me upset. I guess I like to feel the fire, I like feel the flames on my chest, Emotions make my tired, So a little pain feels so blessed. Because that's how you do it, Because that's how you do it to me, Because that's how you do it, Because that's how your cruel mind dreams, Because that's how you use it, Because that's how you use it on me, Because that's how I love it, Because that's how you put me to sleep. I'm not saying you're the worst one, That I've ever known. I just bring out the worst gun, Hidden in good peoples bones. Because that's how I do it, Because that's how you do it to me, Because that's how I do it, Because that's how my cruel mind dreams, Because that's how I use it, Because that's how you use it on me, Because that's how I love it, Because that's how you put me to sleep.

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"Flybird" was written over the course of a month and recorded over the course of one night.

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released December 7, 2015

All songs written by Jonathan Atkins SOCAN, ASCAP 2015

Jonathan Atkins - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Piano, and Harmonica.

℗ & © 2015 Jonathan Atkins | Unauthorized reproduction, copying, and rental of this recording is strictly prohibited by law. All rights reserved.

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"A singer-songwriter with a devastating ear for harmonies and a delicate touch with lyrics that slide perfectly into a horrid winter. There's a definite Celtic touch, but far sweeter than something like Mumford & Sons." - Andrew Fifield (Metro News)

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