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Phoebe

by Chris Lambert

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    12" black vinyl record, in a full-color glossy cardboard sleeve. Includes a code to download digital versions of the album and the Phoebe, Naked acoustic album!

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1.
Phoebe 04:25
There’s no way out of this I’m empty, and I’m racing fast to exist If I could stay on the floor And fondle its fibers, I’d never ask you for more Cause Phoebe, maybe we won’t work out later I’ll settle just for a kiss Stuck to my bottom lip Face to face, hip to hip Blushing all through your clothes Breathing out through your nose There’s no incentive for this Our fingers tangled Our right hands bent at the wrist But all four eyes on the door An exit’s coming, but who knows when Or what for? Cause Phoebe, maybe we don’t know our places I’ll keep my distance, for sure Clung to my bottom lip Spent the night in my grip Blushing all through your clothes Breathing into my nose If you can’t see this by now You’re as thick as the smoke in your lungs Stuck to my bottom lip Tongue-tied in my grip Blushing all through your clothes Breathing out through your nose You’ve got to have a heart to give it Here’s a white lie we can live with: “We’ll be fine”
2.
I wonder if she’s pink all over Or if her face has got a mind of its own I wonder if she dreams in color Or if they’re black and white, and dark and alone I wonder if she’s fixed on me Or if she’s flexible and free Did the arrow hit the apple? Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me I wonder if I’m so important That she could put them down and never look back Some nights, I feel just like an orphan But with a mouth to kiss And marks up my back I wonder if she’s fixed on me Or if she’s flexible and free Cause I can’t see If the arrow hit the apple I can’t tell, for the life of me Did the arrow hit the apple? Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me Did the arrow hit the apple? Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me Did the arrow hit the apple? Cause I can’t tell, for the life of me
3.
Casino Night 03:01
We are dissolving And you’re in a dress that defies gravity Your legs are distracting And I’m in a world that decries sanity If you were offended, I beg your forgiveness But I’ve never been fake If you want to change me, it won’t make me angry I will bend til I break Cause I’m the kind of guy Who never gets past ‘friends’ But, on the brighter side My losses ate my wins And then some You are a pixie And I am the man who denies everything My heart is an arrow And you’re the direction it’s been pointing in We are dissolving And I dream of all things that could start with an H If you want to tease, then I’ll make it easy I will wince as I break Cause I’m the kind of guy Who never gets past ‘friends’ But, on the brighter side My losses ate my wins And then some …And then some …And then some …And then some
4.
It doesn’t matter where you’re born You can’t wait to get out Though I thought differently before I see it clearly now In my head, there’s a plastic molded thread Holding me up Above a massive sea of blackness Get out of Sackville, Chris, before it’s too late When all the buildings call your name It’s best to answer back with an arduous refrain To stifle their attack Cause in our heads, there are rows of made-up beds Where we sleep until we learn to use our feet It takes practice, but get out of Sackville, Chris Before it’s too late And you end up like every Sackville hack that you hate
5.
Cabazon 03:43
We drove 300 miles to see The brontosaurus on the side of the road In love with the interstate and the sun The car was silent, I felt nearly alone You caught my subtle glances at you And with a smile, you confirmed what I feared I forced my focus back on the road And sat as stoic as the statues we neared No stops until our exit appeared We traded bug eyes as I pulled on the brakes I looked so chivalrous in my head As I grabbed your hand, like it was my hand to take Sun-soaked and desert-baked for an hour The lightest tone of your hair timidly shown The softest kiss in Cabazon was ours We got excited for the prospect of home
6.
I’m a realistic person But I’m putting too much faith in my windpipe dreams I’m shaking like a pilgrim As I fingerpaint your name in the window steam I can’t get to sleep So I’m playing back the tapes of the shapes I’ve seen I’m sick with the grippe Spitting curses at the ceiling to wash it clean I’m taking this harder than it seems I’m an altruistic person But I’m putting too much hope in the human race I’m twisting like a dancer As I canonize your name and the way you taste I can’t be discreet So I’m biting on my fingers to save my face I’m mixed up with you And my mind is knotted up in the interlace I’m taking this harder than it seems And if you want to stay with me Then let’s take this to the floor I remember the night
7.
Trapped in dirty water Break free from your shelter Last call: do you want to leave me? Headline: Mother, Father Drop Their Dirty Daughter Tell me, does she want to leave me? The boy with the crooked spine Did he ever love her? Trapped on the other side He never even touched her Glass as an obstacle Did he ever see her mouth Come clear up her forehead? Swam through muddy water Just to find he held her Last straw If your hands can find the door, then leave me The boy with the crooked spine Did he ever love her? Trapped on the other side He never even touched her Glass as an obstacle Did he ever see her mouth Come clear up her forehead? And I’ve been all around the world I still can’t find a better girl And I’ve been all around the world I still can’t find a better girl The boy with the crooked spine Did he ever love her? Trapped on the other side He never even touched her Glass as an obstacle Did he ever see her mouth Come clear up her forehead?
8.
Limoncello 03:26
I can’t remember When I finally got a look at your hands But I remember When you cut them on the lip of a tin can I can’t remember all the titles Of the songs that I’ve sung But I remember When I finally tasted love on my tongue I came to walk with you, and worship you And play with your hair I slept alone, but when I woke up You were suddenly there I spent the summer In a multi-colored catamaran I nearly fainted When I finally got a look at your hands
9.
I think I’ll start my day With a blended Elephant To wash the taste away I thought I hated everything But then I looked around the foggy town I wasn’t anywhere at all If I could have a wish I wouldn’t wish for anything I spent a lovely day On an ugly chariot I found a lead bouquet But I couldn’t carry it So I just walked around the same old town I wasn’t anywhere at all I’d gotten months away But I couldn’t bury it Stuck to my bottom lip Tongue-tied in my grip Blushing all through your clothes Breathing out through your nose You’ve got to have a heart
10.
Weatherfield 03:44
I didn’t want to see her head But I was in the neighborhood Suburban hillsides neatly spread The sunshine hiding like it should The fog comes in in blankets Til I can’t see her She swears the brand of cancer Makes it fancier But I can hardly watch I didn’t want to see your face Til I was in a better place With turtle shells and sugar pills And sunscreen for my pale face Do you still remember In the parking lot The time we sat for hours In our parking spot Until we hurt and cried?

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released December 14, 2010

©2010 Dash Heart Dash Music BMI. All rights reserved.
Produced by Chris Lambert. Artwork by Maya Garcia. Additional drumming by Mike Burns. Tracked at Radiant Radish Recording Studio.

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