Pour Quand Vous Êtes À La Maison

by Jonathan Atkins

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released June 7, 2014

All songs written by Jonathan Atkins SOCAN, ASCAP 2014

All instruments heard were arranged, played, and recorded by Jonathan Atkins from May 14, 2014 to May 20, 2014

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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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Track Name: Terminal 3/Reykjavík
In a plane lifting off the ground,
There's a girl heading adventure bound.
Heading deep into the evening,
Across an ocean, away from the world she is leaving.

She's packed a bag full of sweaters,
For colder plane weather,
And when she lands in Reykjavik's air,
She'll be halfway there.

Once you think language is dead,
Lost to the wolves with their text talk instead,
You'll discover just how much you depend on it,
When a language is filled with a new alphabet.

I imagine her excitement after she flies,
To a place where a few phrases are enough to get by,
And she'll realise language is not dead, but unimportant,
When the language is dancing around mountains.
Track Name: Deutschland
I'd take to the coast,
If I just had some free time.
I'd take to a boat,
But I'm drifting already through my prime.

Life is passing by,
Life's passing the fuck by.

I'd take on my dreams,
If I had just piece of motivation,
But I know life among the trees,
Would give my heart the right invasion,

invasive species here in my minds forest,
Will be fought off by bigger ideas, wistful melodies and chorus!

I'd sell sea shells by the sea shore,
If the shore had more to offer, and didn't ask me for more.
Those sea shells come free, I take them for free,
And string them up in necklaces with my time and ask a small fee.

I'm tired of here,
If I could just fly over seas,
Start from new, drink better beer,
Over in Germany,

I'm so sick of this place,
So ready to start new,
I'm so scared that I won't find grace,
But as long as I have you.

I'd sell sea shells by the sea shore,
If the shore had more to offer, and didn't ask me for more.
Those sea shells come free, I take them for free,
And string them up in necklaces with my time and ask a small fee.

Oh, Je voudrais monter la bicyclette,
Partout où je veux.
C'est-à-dire pourquoi je propose,
Si ce n'était pas pour nièces et neveux.

Oh, Je voudrais monter la bicyclette,
chanter des chansons et se sentir au chaud dans le centre
Si le temps n'était pas fichu froid.
Je vais donnerais amour à la nature.

But I've a fear of leaving the west.
Of losing my time with the things I know best.
So I try to recreate older times with my friends,
As we drink on the rooftops and dance like it's the end.

Singing mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Track Name: Across the Sea
All across the sea,
Are places I have never been,
But only ever felt in my dreams,
And there you are.

Right across the sea,
A girl who means the world to me,
More importantly,
Is that girl so far.

Oh way oh way oh wait, I'll wait,
The Ocean won't part like the red sea today,
But she'll part away, oh way, I'll wait,
For my darling to come flying my way.

Over 'cross the sea,
Is a girl only dreams,
Could ever make real it seams,
That's who you are.

Across the sea,
My humble bumble bee,
Picks from the fresh fig tree,
I'm sure your habits continue afar.

Because you don't change,
Oh God, I hope you don't change,
You're my home on the grange,
A place to lay my strange heart at ease.
Track Name: Oslo
I'm trying not to be too forward,
Or jealous of your coming days,
But life's just a tad bit shitty, over here,
Perhaps I'll find some peace here, I pray.

You're the only thing that would clean these tears away,
But they're only here because you've gone away.

Maybe I'll move to fucking Oslo,
And get my head out of these clouds,
This deep dark depression,
That in my world I've found.

I'll spread my broken wings,
Even if it hurts, even if I die trying,
Because the only things worth living for,
Are keeping me from crying.

I'm trying to host a world in my head,
I might as well be jumping rough tops,
And mastering in applied engineering,
Oh I don't know where I'm headed, I'm the dead leaves in the crops.

Maybe I'll move to fucking Oslo,
And get my head out of these clouds,
This deep dark depression,
That in my world I've found.

I'll spread my broken wings,
Even if it hurts, even if I die trying,
Because the only things worth living for,
Are keeping me from crying.
Track Name: Molson
When it comes right down to the bottom of it,
There's not much else to say,
Except that when I'm down to the bottom of it,
I seem less every day.
And now my words seem worthless,
Yet I'll follow your way,
Because I feel more and more like shit,
But you love me anyway.

I'm not saying I'd fuck this up, no that's just not me.
But I'll put everything I have into this.
If this vessel sails into some stormy sea's,
We can rely on each others faithfulness.
As I get fat and old and break out at the seams,
I know we'd lay awake in all our bliss.
I'm hollowed out in self esteem,
You've done it too, it's not a low we feel when we kiss.

I soaked it all in cheaper things, but you know life's too short,
I'll be sterilizing every knife.
For every wound that breaks my skin will leave a little more,
Then a scar embracing feeling alive.
Life's too short for the cheaper things, still standing at the port,
Watching slowly, around me, and leaping from me, life.
Life's too short for the cheaper things, we'll drink imports,
And feel the realness soak our tongues in life.

I'm sorry I'm just me and nothing more,
But that's all you ever get, and all you'll ever see.
I'm complete in being incomplete,
And still feeling swept off your feet,
And something satisfying,
In knowing you could find better.

But you're choosing to love the real me.
Track Name: Pour Quand Vous Êtes À La Maison
I love the rain,
But she get's headaches when it rains.
And she see's the lovely through the pain,
She see's lovely through the pain.

But let's see the city through the rain,
All the damn wet empty streets,
With their flickering lights,
Strung up a thousand feet,

From your lovely eyes,
And I kiss your eyes,
And I realise under city lights,
That there's not much better than this.

I love the snow,
But she gets colder than she knows.
She'll feel her blood freeze, and I'll kiss her cold nose,
She feels the thaw when I hold her close.

But let's see the city through the snow,
All the damn wet empty streets,
With their colourful lights,
Strung up a thousand feet,

From your lovely eyes,
And I kiss your eyes,
And I realise under city lights,
That there's not much better than this.
Track Name: My Place
I realise I've not much to offer,
And you're far better to me than I'm to you.
I realise I may wear pain like pleasure,
But I'm trying hard to be better, too.

I've got ghosts that terrorise my, very existance,
I've got no handle keeping them away,
But I've learned some new rules about them ghosts,
They're not allowed to haunt me when I'm happy today.

Oh I've got things that would terrorise,
The life right out of your darling face,
And keep you stark white as the damn mid day sun,
But you seem to keep coming back to my place.

I realise that I'm more afraid of you,
Being scared off by brutal normality,
I realise that I've not much to offer,
In the skin, oh just sin, just reality.

Oh I've got things that would terrorise,
The life right out of your darling face,
And keep you stark white as the damn mid day sun,
But you seem to keep coming back to my place.