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How It Goes
04:11
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I ain’t got no money.
And I’m on borrowed time.
I’m watching you wait
For the end of the line.
So, I’m taking no chances.
‘Cause I’m feeling just fine.
I push through the noise
At the back of my mind.
I won’t sit and wait
For the stars to align.
‘Cause I look to the mountains,
But I am the sea.
And you want to be free
To be lonely with me.
‘Cause I’m by your side.
Through the ebbs and the flows.
I’m taking your hand
And we’ll see how it goes.
I ain’t got a plan,
We’ll just see how it goes.
Your breath on my shoulder,
And a voice in my head.
I wish I had known
What I shouldn’t have said.
But there’s no turning back now.
Just lay it to rest.
It’s all I could do,
But it wasn’t my best.
I’ll carry the weight,
Feel it filling my chest.
‘Cause I look to the mountains,
But I am the sea.
And you want to be free
To be lonely with me.
‘Cause I’m by your side.
Through the ebbs and the flows.
I’m taking your hand
And we’ll see how it goes.
I ain’t got a plan,
We’ll just see how it goes.
~Instrumental~
I wish for you patience.
And I wish for you peace.
I pray that we settle
On love we can keep.
I’ll take all the blame
If it helps you to sleep.
‘Cause I look to the mountains,
But I am the sea.
And you want to be free
To be lonely with me.
‘Cause I’m by your side.
Through the ebbs and the flows.
I’m taking your hand
And we’ll see how it goes.
I ain’t got a plan,
We’ll just see how it goes.
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Something New
03:50
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There’s an old gray house
With a bright blue door.
Number three-thirty-three
Carved on the first floor.
Just add it to the list
Of places I never needed before.
And the sidewalk cracks,
But it’s nobody’s fault.
Just the growing pains.
Fill the wound with salt
And take one on the chin.
Do your best to keep from the fall.
Now it’s winter here,
But the summer waits at home.
And I head back there
When I let my memory roam.
Close my eyes, sit back,
As I take in that old view.
And I keep my senses tuned
To something new.
Mm, mmm…
Ooh, ooh…
Faded photographs
In a half-empty book.
It’s the perfect scene,
Take a second look
And hang on for the ride.
‘Cause they got you: bait on the hook.
It’s a little room
With plenty of space.
You can see the lines
On a weary face.
And call it for the day.
Live to find a little more grace.
Now it’s winter here,
But the summer waits at home.
And I head back there
When I let my memory roam.
Close my eyes, sit back,
As I take in that old view.
And I keep my senses tuned
To something new.
Ooh, ooh…
~Instrumental~
In the early light
Of the rising sun
It’s the quiet hope
Of a life well-done.
Just listen for the sound
That can halt the fearful run.
‘Cause it’s winter here,
But the summer waits at home.
And I’ll head back there
If I let my memory roam.
Close my eyes, sit back,
And I take in that old view.
Just to keep my senses tuned
To something new.
Yeah, I keep my senses tuned
To something new.
Mm, mmm…
Ooh, ooh…
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3. |
The Road Ahead
03:00
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I’ve been thinking about the way
The wind seems to blow.
Always picking me up
And taking me as it goes.
I’m not one to believe the words
Of old so-and-so.
So you can’t keep me on the ground.
No, you can’t keep holding me down.
It’s complicated.
I’m a mess.
A hard yes, easy no,
Switch it up and you never know
Where you stand.
Or how to plan for the road,
For the road ahead.
I’ve been living my life this way
It’s all that I know.
Pick one up, put him down,
And find another to hold.
I’ve been trying to change,
I swear I want to grow old.
But I can’t keep you on the ground.
Nah, I can’t make you stick around.
It’s complicated.
You’re a mess.
A hard yes, easy no,
Switch it up and I never know
Where I stand.
Or how to plan for the road,
For the road ahead.
Photographs and memories,
They don’t mean nothing to me.
I’m gone.
Moved on.
But then I’m sober ‘til I’m not.
You’re only missed when I’ve forgotten
Everything about you.
You’ve got me jonesing
For a life that I can’t take.
You’re the habit I can’t break.
It’s complicated.
We’re a mess.
A hard yes, easy no,
Switch it up and we never know
Where we stand.
Or how to plan for the road,
For the road ahead.
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4. |
Rambling Stranger
03:24
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I refused to say goodbye
To my first city.
But I’m hanging on
To someone else’s home.
And if I ever find my way,
Oh, I’m sure it won’t be pretty.
But a rambling stranger
Needs a place to roam.
So I turn my back
On everybody’s pity.
‘Cause it’s hard to speak
When everything feels known.
Do I have to be that honest?
Do I even have it in me?
Something tells me that
I’m betting on a ghost.
Ooh…
Mm…
Please, don’t take your time,
I’m sure I’m close to leaving.
And it’s hard to see
The heartbreak in your eyes.
When tomorrow starts, I promise,
You won’t know just what you’re grieving.
I still love you,
And I’m sorry for the lies.
Ooh…
Mm…
I’ll be back before you know it.
I can’t stay away too long.
And I may struggle still to show it,
But I miss you when I’m gone.
So, turn back the hands of time
If you still need it.
And don’t worry much for me,
I’ll be alright.
And when I get to where I’m going,
I’ll make sure everybody sees it.
‘Cause I found a way
That gets me through the night.
Ooh…
Mm…
Ah…
Mm…
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5. |
California Coming Down
03:26
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Seattle, were my eyes just closed
The last time we met?
I hate to admit that I wrinkled my nose
And turned away dripping with sweat.
Can you forgive me? I’m sorry I left.
But my demons, they followed me west.
Mm, mmm…
The mountains have held in my dreams
Since I don’t know when.
A babbling brook and a tumbling stream
Have taken up space without rent.
These words fight their way to the tip of my pen.
But they never quite say what I meant.
California coming down.
I am not yours,
But I am bound to be
In your part of town.
Will you let me be free?
The apple that falls from the tree
Don’t get very far.
The world that has forced me to fall to my knees
Says, “Lucy, you know who you are.
Put on your clothes and just get in the car.
And you better not leave that guitar.”
California coming down.
I am not yours,
But I am bound to be
In your part of town.
Will you let me be free?
Oh, don’t hold me back now,
Don’t lie, don’t tell me to wait.
Wipe the sweat from your brow
And keep on ahead, it’s not too late.
You give and I’ll take.
You know, Tennessee just ain’t the same
Without you by my side.
A city can’t promise you fortune and fame,
You best learn to take it in stride.
If I know you, it’ll poison your pride.
But not me, I’m along for the ride.
California coming down.
I am not yours,
But I am bound to be
In your part of town.
Will you let me be free?
California coming down.
I am not yours,
But I am bound to be
In your part of town.
Will you let me be free?
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6. |
False Prophet
04:39
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The way you look at me
It’s clear to see
You don’t understand.
I wonder who you’ll be,
And if you’ll need
Someone to hold your hand.
I wouldn’t try to leave,
But you make me so unsure
Of my own plans.
So, I will plant this seed
And hope that it withstands.
But then you call me what I am:
A false prophet of adulthood.
You tell me, “Come down from that stand,
Your promises are no good.”
‘Cause I am bold, but I am broken.
And the world is at my feet.
I am loud and I have spoken
With every word, my heart still beats.
It cries, “I am!”
It shouts, “I speak!”
And, though I’m dizzy
From the heights of your deceit,
I’m on my feet.
So, tell me where we go?
Is this a low
You never thought you’d reach?
I’ll keep you even though
I may never know
The lesson it will teach.
And when it’s getting cold,
And you’re out there
On your own two feet.
Let me be your home,
There’s comfort in the peace.
Until you call me what I am:
A false prophet of adulthood.
You tell me, “Come down from that stand,
Your promises are no good.”
‘Cause I am bold, but I am broken.
And the world is at my feet.
I am loud and I have spoken
With every word, my heart still beats.
It cries, “I am!”
It shouts, “I speak!”
And, though I’m dizzy
From the heights of your deceit,
I’m on my feet.
And in an instant you’re gone,
Like you got nothing left to tell.
But I guess time flies by
When you’re young and in love
With yourself.
So I will own to what I am:
A false prophet of adulthood.
And I will come down from this stand,
Though my promises will hold good.
‘Cause I am bold and I am broken.
And the world is at my feet.
I am loud and I have spoken
Too many words that I can’t keep.
I’ll cry, “I am!”
I’ll shout, “I speak!”
And, when I’m dizzy
From the heights of your deceit,
I’ll find my feet.
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7. |
Little Bird
03:24
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Fly, little bird,
Why don’t you
Fly across the sea?
You know, you’re
Much too sweet to be
In somebody’s cage, now.
Go, spread the word.
And tell the people
What you see.
You know, you’re
Much too wise to be
Alone with the truth, now.
Put on your brave face.
Don’t let them keep you,
You’re out of place.
Fall with the breeze
And see we’re
Watching as you go.
You know, you’re
Freer than the snow
That falls to the earth, now.
Green makes the trees.
Oh, help them wither,
Help them grow.
You know, you’re
Putting on a show
And that isn’t you, now.
Put on your brave face.
Don’t let them keep you.
You’re out of place.
Flowers may fade.
Oh, see the petals
As they fall.
You know, you’re
Mighty though you’re small.
And don’t you forget, now.
Far from the shade,
Away from trees
That once seemed tall,
You know, you’re
Answering a call
That’s meant just for you, now.
Put on your brave face.
Don’t let them keep you,
You’re out of place.
And as the years go by,
Still, I wonder why.
Many with wings
Will never fly.
Fly, little bird,
Go on and fly
Away from me.
You know, you’re
Pretty when you’re free.
Oh, ain’t it the truth, now?
Haven’t you heard?
It seems that
Everyone agrees.
You know, you’re
Getting what you need,
So take in the view, now.
Put on your brave face.
Don’t let them keep you,
You’re out of place.
You’re out of place.
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8. |
Lucky Stars
03:51
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I slept with my guitar
In my arms last night
‘Cause I didn’t want to think
I was alone
With you not home.
I slept with my guitar
In my arms.
Mm..
I held on to the music
In my heart last night.
‘Cause I didn’t know why else
I’d let you go.
Maybe you know.
I held on to the music
In my heart.
Mm…
‘Cause with you
I’m free somehow.
With you I’m true.
With you I’m me somehow.
I’ll start stealing lucky stars
To keep it true.
I hailed a cab that brought me
Straight to you tonight.
Nah, I didn’t have to say
A single word.
The man just heard.
I hailed a cab that brought me
Straight to you.
Mm...
‘Cause with you
I’m free somehow.
With you I’m true.
With you I’m me somehow.
I’ll keep stealing lucky stars
To stay with you.
I thought I’d only get one thing
To care about this true.
I thought I’d only get
One thing to do.
And maybe I was right:
Maybe it’s just one thing
To hold to.
But maybe, also,
I get one person, too.
I slept with my guitar
In my arms last night
‘Cause I didn’t want to know
I was alone
With you not home.
I slept with my guitar
In my arms.
But I’d rather have you here
Inside my arms.
Mm…
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9. |
The Between
03:02
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Do you still feel
The same way
That you felt
When you were twelve,
And livin’ in your parents’ house?
It ain’t me
That you need
To impress
With your best.
Take a breather and think for yourself.
Are you doing this for someone else?
Well, I failed out of school,
And I let my head hang.
And I never went back.
And I thought I knew shame.
I didn’t know nothing.
Could be I still don’t.
But there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
Yeah, there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
So, if you’re
Hanging around
With your ear
To the ground
Do you know if you’re wasting your time?
All those books
On the shelf,
And you’re kidding
Yourself
If you’re thinking you’re doing just fine.
Cross your fingers and hope for a sign.
So, you spend your whole life
In that gray, sunless room.
All the people around
In that plexiglass tomb,
And everyone hates it.
But you think you’re alone.
‘Cause there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
Yeah, there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
And a three-quarter moon
In the not-quite-night sky
Can’t help much,
Can’t show you the way.
So you twiddle your thumbs
And you ask yourself why
It seems nothing is going your way.
So you give them your time
Just to try to fit in.
And you’re grasping at straws,
Will you sink down or swim?
And does it all matter?
Do you even know?
Is there something between
Hitting big and just going home broke?
Oh, there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
~Instrumental~
So just throw it away.
Turn your face to the wind.
Let it all come what may,
It ain’t yours to defend.
You’re out on your own now.
So let them all know
That there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
Oh, there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
Yeah, there’s something between
Hitting big and just going home broke.
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10. |
Don't Ask Me Why
03:58
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Oh, they closed down the fort
In my hometown.
Yeah, they packed it up,
And picked it up,
And moved it further south.
Don’t ask me why.
I sure don’t know.
Now the winter seems to get
A little colder, though.
So, I picked up a bag
And headed south.
Found a different place
To sell my name
And cash in my renown.
Don’t ask me why.
I sure don’t know.
Some folks are born to play
And others born to see the show.
Oh, I’ve been down,
I’ve been out.
I’ve been wrong.
I’ve been always on the run.
I’ve been running out of time.
You make a vow,
Feed the doubt,
Move along,
And you end up at the start.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your heart.
You can spend all your money
On a dream.
When there’s nothing left
You still go on,
You cry, you laugh, you scream.
Don’t ask me why.
I sure don’t know.
Maybe hardship only helps
To make the spirit grow.
Oh, I’ve been down,
I’ve been out.
I’ve been wrong.
I’ve been always on the run.
I’ve been running out of time.
You make a vow,
Feed the doubt,
Move along,
And you end up at the start.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your heart.
And I thought I made it
Past the point
Of pride in my hometown.
But I look around.
My feet are planted
Much too firmly
On this ground.
~Instrumental~
Oh, they don’t seem to know
Just what they do.
Take a little town and mix it up,
It still ain’t something new.
Don’t ask me why.
I sure don’t know.
When I’m back in town
It feels the same,
It’s different, though.
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Lucy Isabel Nashville, Tennessee
Lucy Isabel is a folk/Americana singer-songwriter based out of Nashville, TN.
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