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The First Rain in Eden

by Cayt W

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1.
God, I hope I'm a good person, It's in the little things, Like taking care of litter, And giving people wings, I hope I'm a good person, At least at surface layer, I care how you perceive me, I'll notice if you stare. I want to be more saintly, Than how I see myself, You say you don't deserve me, And everything I sell, But maybe I'm just selfish, I disregard the rules, Chaotic-good presenting, Chaotic-neutral fool. And I'll do the things I think are best for me, I'm the serpent that descended from the tree, Don't give a damn about Adam or Eve, No, I procured the apple 'cause I wanted to see. God, I hope at least I'm decent, I rank an average 'fine', A satisfactory completion, In an outstanding moral time, I'll book a flight to Eden, And sit atop the wall, And even out my breathing, And contemplate the fall. And I'll do the things I think are best for me, I'm the serpent that descended from the tree, Don't give a damn about Adam or Eve, No, I procured the apple 'cause I wanted to see, I've a unique perspective on objective truth, I don't believe a word that comes from me or you, Couldn't care less about the things you do, No, I procured the apple 'cause I wanted to. Oh, I'll be there, For the first rain in Eden, Oh, I was there, For the last rain in Eden, Oh, I'll be there (I'll be there), For the first rain in Eden, (For the first rain in Eden), Oh, I was there (Oh, I was there), For the last rain in Eden.
2.
Heaviness 03:34
I know it's three am, But I hope that you're awake like you always are, I left an insecure, crooked little door ajar, And I've told you, This story a hundred times, But you always pretend, We both remember the end. We all feel that heaviness in our bones, Weighted like caged sleet, Keeps you under your sheets, I hold onto you, You hold onto me. I'm sorry I'm a little self-absorbed, I wish I had earned that, But who knows who earns things anymore, And I broke my bones, Jumping from the highest of peaks, Would you be my hands for a little while, If I'll be your feet? We all feel that heaviness in our bones, Weighted like caged sleet, Keeps you under your sheets, I hold onto you, You hold onto me. We all feel that heaviness, I hold onto you, Oh, oh. We all feel that heaviness in our bones, Weighted like caged sleet, We all feel that heaviness in our bones, Weighted like caged sleet, Keeps you under your sheets.
3.
Attention 02:45
(I wanna bless you with this awful voice so here you are.) Suddenly, I find myself inside, And all I have is all this time, To think about, How I feel, How I sound, How I feel about how I sound. Surely, I need less attention, Fewer misconceptions, And some kind of name that I can get behind, Surely, I'm just slow to notice, The spanner in the rotors, I'm not that kind of engineer, I'm not that kind. (Changed my life. I wanna bless you with this awful voice so here you are.) Surely, I need less attention, Spew out all my guesses, These are just the words that I feel satisfy, Surely, these things should be clearer, I reach but they're not nearer, And if I'm wrong will my mistakes be dignified? (I wanna bless you with this awful voice so here you are.) I don't wanna reach out my hands, Through the gaps in the bricks and pull it all down, You don't have to say a word or three, See shards of light, let me breathe, let me be. (I'm not white girl wasted but, I miss you guys so much. That hits, hard. I am a bit white girl wasted. I wanna bless you with this awful voice so here you are.)
4.
I need new bones, Can I borrow yours? For the rigid structure, Not brittle, not coarse, Do you think they'll fit, If I slot them in, To the bookmarked spaces, Beneath my skin? And when this is done, Will I walk like you, Keep my back straight up, Like you were taught to do, And I didn't know who you were until I let myself go, There is nobody in the overflow, Did you hold me tight enough to crush my bones, Did you make paint from me? I always thought you'd paint beautifully. Graceless, I think I built that, Ended up a picture frame, Hapless, in a mess, a ruin, With just my name. No need for bones in an empty shell, When I touched the sun, I rebuilt myself, Will you let it move where your compass points? Now your bones' a circuit, Current in the joints, Whilst, in your remains, With no props to stand, Useless muscle memory, You are no man's land. Graceless, I think I built that, Ended up a picture frame, Hapless, in a mess, a ruin, With just my name. When this is done, will I walk like you, When this is done, will I walk like you, Each of us has roots ingrained, I promise I will let you change, Each of us has roots ingrained, I promise I will let you change, Each of us has roots ingrained, I promise I will let you change, Each of us has roots ingrained, I promise I will let you change.

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released October 7, 2023

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Cayt W Sheffield, UK

A singer/songwriter and producer, based in Sheffield. I gotta tell some stories and that's all I wanna do.

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