Get all 5 Thomas Corsaut releases available on Bandcamp and save 70%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of The Tattoo and theScar, Where The Pain Begins, Scarecrows Coat, Forced Perspective, and The Thief and The Magpie.
1. |
Search my Soul
03:30
|
|||
|
The devil wouldn’t take my soul at the crossroads
He said son you are so low
That you ain’t got far to go to be mine right now
Then the Preacher wouldn’t save my soul at the chapel
He said you used up all your rope
You need much more than hope
To pull you out
…Search My Soul
Gypsy couldn’t see my soul in the candle
She said despite the path I chose
The uphill road is all the fates allow
Undertaker wouldn’t rest my soul in the graveyard
He just put me down below
And set the grass to grow above my brow
…Search My Soul
|
||||
2. |
Inside Out
03:57
|
|||
|
You believe that you’re down
You have convinced yourself
You could turn it around
But you turn it instead
Inside out, Inside out
It’s as bad as it seems
When you stare at the ceiling
Nights you walk in your sleep
Then you daydream to be
Inside out, Inside out
All the pain makes you real
As you learn how to feel
Scars hide under your skin
Till the mirror reveals your
Inside out, Inside out
|
||||
3. |
Remains of the Day
04:49
|
|||
|
Why can’t you be around when my heart is broken
You’re a shadow that washes out when my doors are opened
Sometimes what you have is not what you wanted
Now these choices that locked you out are leaving me haunted
The Remains of the day have fallen away
And the place where we stand is just an island (In the dark)
The stars won’t align their time or occasion
A glance as we’re passing by translates into frustration
Your eyes meet with mine when she was there on my shoulder
Too slow to push through the crowd to explain it was over
The Remains of the day have fallen away
And the place where we stand is just an island (In the dark)
Broken open the sand falls through my hands
Broken open the hour glass
Sometimes what you have its not what you wanted
The Remains of the day have fallen away
And the place where we stand is just an island (In the dark)
|
||||
4. |
Room 12a
04:22
|
|||
|
Found myself walking home this morning
I can’t remember everything, now
After she lead me out the doorway
I thought I’d take a look around
Leaning out of the balcony above the streets where I roam
Looking out of room 12A my last home
Most days I’m driving or I’m sleeping late
And never take the time to see
The town looks better at this time of day
As if the sun has washed it cleaning
On my way down as I desperately cling to the edge
You stand on firm ground and quietly loosen my hands
Somehow I’ve made it to the corner
It’s time to turn or turn around
It doesn’t matter if you jump or fall
Sooner or later you come down
Leaning out of the balcony above the streets where I roam
Looking out of room 12A my last home
|
||||
5. |
Escape Plan
03:13
|
|||
|
Everybody has an Escape plan
That no one follows through to the end
Roll into town to make a new start
Now you can’t understand
How you wound up parking cars
Out on the Pavement, down in the Basement
You’re living life beneath the stars
Everybody has an Escape plan
That no one follows through to the end
You got, plenty of friends, but you’re always alone
Try as you might, you just can’t pick up the phone
To call in favors or bug the neighbors
Your life is isolation prone
Everybody has an Escape plan
That no one follows through to the end
You read all the books
You focused in groups
Try to buffer yourself,
still you always scream for help
You practice breathing and stress relieving
Then lost your mind to find yourself
|
||||
6. |
Fraction
03:15
|
|||
|
1 time
1 Dance
2 night
1 Chance
1 Night
1 Star
1 Wish
2 Far
Fraction of a hole that we’ve fallen in
Loss of the control I compared you with
Sum of everything that I just can’t begin to figure out
2 late
2 long
2 night
1 song
|
||||
7. |
Ultraviolent
03:20
|
|||
|
So, what’s it going to be then?
If you could viddy how bezoomney this starry world could be
You’d creech and throw your rookers up be before your glazzies
So, what’s it going to be then?
Every veck that slides his nogas skorry down the street
poogly now to smeck aloud or stop to govoreet
So, what’s it going to be then?
A malenky grahzny, mersky and bugatty
A Bolshy malchicks domy, just for my droogs and me
So, what’s it going to be then?
Slooshy Oh my brothers to gromky warble
In out In out
So, what’s it going to be then eh?
In out In out
So, what’s it going to be then eh?
Filly with you till your spoogy, tolchocks to your zoobies
Sarky Appy polly loggies. Cheest your plott with Krovvy
So, what’s it going to be then eh?
A britva to your gulliver to let the Krovvy flow
Kick you in your yarbles. Real Real Horrorshow
So, what’s it going to be then eh?
For a bit of deng, we would fist a millicent
Dratsing oh my my brothers.
A bit of Ultraviolence. A bit of Ultraviolence
So, what’s it going to be then eh?
|
||||
8. |
Howling at the Moon
03:30
|
|||
|
She’s already packed her bags
You’re still howling at the moon
Old Friends they talk behind your back
Sometimes they laugh and so would you
The places were you used to go
Are lost to her but you’ve returned
Familiar places all around
But now the faces seem so blurred
Howling At the Moon
The clock is spinning on the wall
You know it’s time that you moved on
The change seemed easier for her
It can’t be fair to take so long
You’re still living in the past
And hope for something better soon
Walk around in twilight sleep
Out there howling at the moon
|
||||
9. |
The Invoking
03:39
|
|||
|
The slow invoking
The light is choking
out the dark and amber features in her eyes
now the spell I can’t deny
Anymore
The broken mirror
The constant fear of
what misfortune in the future waits for me
Do I really want to see anymore
The crystal gazing
I stare amazed at
just how strong a hold she seems to have on me
I see where I want to be
Anymore
|
||||
10. |
Only Slightly Better
06:08
|
|||
|
Calm has come, but only after years of rage
Freedom won, with all your youth left in the cage
Conscience cleaned, with every burning of a page
Only Slightly Better, then having the pallbearer’s seat
Only slightly better, then crawling back up on your feet
Only slightly better, then coming in under the gun
Only slightly better, then a stay of your own execution
Changing times, your time will come and then run out
Cause or crime, the more you ask the more you doubt
Swollen pride, you’re not the first to speak too loud
<Chorus>
Speak your mind, your voice is lost inside the crowd
Raise your hands, the arms beside you pull them down
Stand as one, the ones that fall will be left out
I should have known when to run away
|
||||
Thomas Corsaut California
Delivering songs that dance around the fire of a single genre.Sound, style and ingenuity are sewn together with poetically diverse lyrics The music is uniquely dense and mysterious providing the listener with a menagerie thoughts if they are willing to open themselves for the experience. It is possible to be drawn in closer as if towards a compelling painting in order to see the brush strokes. ... more
Thomas Corsaut recommends:
LA Locals with great songs
go to albumIf you like Thomas Corsaut, you may also like:
Strummerville A Go-Go #001
by Joe Strummer Fund
Strummer's foundation provides opportunities to aspiring musicians while working to prevent poverty.
go to album
The eclectic influences of this California group shine through on these creeping tracks, full of dark electronics and intimate vocals.
go to album
Bright and rollicking songs that draw on country and folk, scuffing up the edges and adding grit and gravel.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 23, 2018
go to album
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements.
go to album
