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The View From the Valley

by Kenley Young

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1.
Every night, it's the same dream. Someone's playing music in my sleep. I'm in a tavern near a tame stream, And we don't have any secrets left to keep. I dreamt you'd usher me right past The shadow her cold frame had cast. As mornings broke through 10 long years, I spoke when only I could hear. Can't drive the ghosts from this decade. I'd end my dreams to have them made. I thought you'd wake me up back there, But these are things you can't repair. Every night, it's the same dream-- The adjunct on your hand, my silver ring. Every song the band plays has a lame theme, And you're still giving names to everything. I dreamt you'd muscle me right past The shadow her cold frame had cast. That band in Athens reappears Every time you plug your ears. Can't drive the ghosts from this decade-- 10 years of well-rehearsed charades. I thought you'd wake me up back there, But these are things you can't repair. To a mistress, from a governor, From one airport to another-- It's no wonder I don't want to fall asleep. Every night, it's the same dream, And it's all so fresh and vivid when I rise. I've neatly hatched one of my famed schemes, And it catches you completely by surprise. I dreamt you'd muscle me right past The shadow Sarah's frame had cast. That band in Athens reappears Every time you plug your ears. Can't drive the ghosts from this decade. I'd end my dreams to have them made. I thought you'd wake me up back there, But these are things you can't repair.
2.
"Help is on the way"-- Sweet to hear and tough to swallow. Big-city streets are gray-- Paths you fear enough to follow. I'm no survivor. I haven't stood up yet. Just fill my head with fever. You don't have to mean it, And I'm weak enough to take what I can get. There's promise in a flirt, As there are manners 'round the Devil. Freeze and no one gets hurt. Move and you face things at eye-level. There fell a deep sleep o'er the land That I snapped out of, sick at sea and pen in hand. With my greedy reach stretched out for miles-- A dead faith in promises and good will's wretched smiles.
3.
Can't trace the venom in my system (even after tainted news). Can't place the vaccine in my veins. Just face the wall in all my wisdom. (I’ve got no good blood to use.) Just chasing history, dodging trains. Stop trying to be so modest. You know you're my seesaw goddess. And though I was taught better, I don't care. And though I know better, I don’t ... I won't pretend that I'm not poisoned (even after tainted news). I won't defend my sin-sick soul. Do you intend to feed this boy some? (I’ll give you all my blood to use.) Or do we all depend on self-control? And though my best will never do, I'm so impressed with this infection I hardly want the pure thing-- Unless it’s you. Can't trace the venom in my system. Can't get narcotics in my veins. Throw open waiting arms; I've missed them. Can't face the light behind a name. Stop trying to be so modest. You know you're my propane goddess. And though I was taught better, I don't care. And though I know better, I don't ...
4.
At Last 03:30
My bones are racked. My sleep's not sound. My lungs are heaving up and down. Don't even have the will to speak-- Hide and seek. The panic visits, unconcerned, While all these watchmen take their turns. Had no idea we were so weak-- Up the creek. SANCTUS: I will send for your address DOMINUS: 'Cause, Lord, I'm ready to confess. DEUS: Let's just get this over fast. SABAOTH: Just release me, please, at last. I left the scene feeling refreshed, But these thoughts are feeding on my flesh. Can't seem to steady my poor arms With your charms. The clock is ticking, and I hope This flame that's licking at my rope Won't set off anymore alarms-- Do me harm. I can't ignore these passing fits That don't seem to bother you one bit. I really need to wash my hands, If I can. Let's make this easy for us both-- I'll hunt your keys. You stunt my growth. Sounds like we've got ourselves a plan. You're the man.
5.
Love well, but not wisely. Hate hard, but not blindly. And let heroes learn the rest. Sometimes I almost feel your fingers Dancing on my skin like poison-- Another damsel in her dress. Must I slay the dragon first, Or break some wicked curse, Or retrieve some sacred sword, Defend the fortunes of some lord? Or is it enough for you to know that ... I'll break you out of that dull tower, Find a castle to call ours. I am poet. Hear me roar. But even I can't well erase it. I hope you haven’t reached the place yet Where words won't move you anymore. What I'd give up to touch you-- What I'd give up to hold you-- To feel you near me again. Because I still trace your design-- Your body pressed against mine. My blood, it screams for your rain. And the nights, they make me so aware. I wake up every half an hour Half-expecting you'll be there. I'm always dashing to the rescue. I've saved absolutely no one-- No one anywhere.

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EP by Fling. Copyright Vague She Music, 2000. All rights reserved. "The View From the Valley" is a five-song EP that my band Fling released while we were students at the University of South Carolina. The four of us (bassist James Touzel, guitarist Justus Jagger, drummer Ronnie Cleland and myself) recorded the songs at The Jam Room studio in Columbia, S.C.

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released July 15, 2000

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