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Kam

by Kat Morgan

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1.
Belly 04:03
I am waiting for an open door. I don’t want to stay so still, I don’t want to wait any more. Circling the same old thoughts, they’ve bought and sold my time. Returning to the same old place where I wait, wait for a sign. I wish I could lick my wounds and carry on with my days but clarity is just so slow to be seen and I remain just the same in the belly of the beast. No I can’t hold my own hand much longer when it just slips away. And I can’t hear the words of others when your lines are all they say It seems a very sorry tale to tell because I’m no longer there. And I can’t trust anyone because now I’m just too scared. And I can’t open up a space for anyone because I stand on the end of the line where you belong. I wish I could lick my wounds and carry on with my days. But clarity is just so slow to be seen and I remain just the same in the belly of the beast
2.
Sweet Bones 05:11
Thank you for fueling my art Thank you for the wounded heart So I’m tossing in your bones now and churning them to dust I’m tossing in your bones now and swallowing my trust Like those before, you’ll move along Without a thought you’ll carry on So I’m tossing in your bones now and watching as they fade I’m tossing in your bones now as I turn to run away In my mind I’ve heard you say A million times, a million ways I don’t care about your bones, girl I only want your flesh, I don’t care about your bones, girl I don’t care if they’re a mess And because I know all too well the games you play and the lies you sell I’ll be crushing your sweet bones now while wishing they were whole I’ll be kissing your sweet bones now While aching in my soul Oh, Time and time and time again I hold out my hand to grasp the same end Faster and faster and faster I go As I close my eyes and pretend that I don’t know Now I’m taking back all I said The ways I’ve held you and all it meant Because I’m letting go of all of your bones now and laughing as they fall I’m forgetting your sweet bones now Because I don’t need them at all I’m letting go of all of your bones now and laughing as they fall I’m forgetting your sweet bones now No, I don’t need them at all
3.
How 04:31
How? How? How can you stand to feel what I feel? When you let in the fullness and see this end is real? How? How? How do you go on now that you’ve lost what you had found? And take each day now, as thought I was never around? How? How? Don’t you, darling, still remember in the water then? As the New Year broke upon us our souls spoke unsaid words you’d later come to forget, words you’ve taken back? Tell me, darling, how you do it and still look so sad. How? How? (do you stand yourself knowing the truth, that the end of our love belongs to you?) How?
4.
Companion 03:46
Sleepless minds have always been a little free. Its hard to find a companion with which to dream. I know he’s out there, under some tree harvesting knowledge to someday share with me. Dancing hearts are always a little loose. It is hard to spot my companion’s moves. I know he’s out there, under some tree gathering knowledge to someday share with me. (La da da da, da da da…) Dream, oh dream, dream, dream with me Dream, oh dream, oh dream, dream with me. Gentle skin is never in a rush. Its hard to think without my companion’s touch.
5.
God convinced me I was safe to cry Then he held me, held me at his side And I could have tried a little harder And I forget where I am It's plain to see, I always climb back on And truthfully, I don't know how to stop And I could have tried a little harder I forget where I am I'd touch myself, begging for a chance I'd touch my own love, looking for a path I'd touch myself, hoping for some truth I'd touch myself, searching for you God convinced me I was safe to sleep Then he left me stranded in a dream I could have tried a little harder I forget where I am
6.
How do you know which path to take? Feeling so sure, easy to fake. And on the other side my soul takes flight to the great unknown. How do you choose between safety and gold? The promise of warmth, the stale kiss of old? And on the other side my eyes are open wide to the great unknown. On the other side, living in my mind, biding my time, waiting for my life from the great unknown And on the other side my heart always decides on the great unknown.
7.
Still Love 03:43
You offered up the sweetest dream and thats where I lived until I’d seen its breath was cold, its eyes were closed, and it just goes to show, you never know. I won’t give up now, I’ll still show up some how. My bones are aching and my heart is breaking but I… I’ll still love. I’ve been a fool to trust your eyes, I should have known to just trust mine. But what you saw seemed so damned true and even now all I see is you. I won’t give up now, I’ll still show up some how. My bones are aching and my heart is breaking but I, I’ll still love.
8.
Fool's Gold 03:41
When I saw your eyes I didn’t read their lies. It was all a joke, Made of fool’s gold. And I was the fool who abandon the rules. Yes, I was the fool who believed it. I believed. When you wanted me still and our love was real, we lived in our wealth, in a world for ourselves. Our riches are sand now you’ve run from our land and I’m stuck with my hand full of fool’s gold, full of fool’s gold. How, how did you give without, without being sure? I, I could have lived without, without asking what for. Why, why did you give without, without being sure? I, I could have lived without, because now I’m asking what for. When I saw your eyes I didn’t read their lies. It was all a joke, made of fool’s gold.
9.
Love is Here 02:48
You wandered in with open arms and wooed me with your inborn charms and I was swept away. And in your eyes so crystal blue I saw myself and knew it was true, yes I knew, I knew I’d stay. Love, it is here. Love, I know it’s real. You took no time to learn my name and with it’s sound, I felt the change, my life, forever us. And in the deepest part of me, you’ve made your home and set me free. There’s no choice because this is love. Love, it is here. Love, I know it’s real. Why try? To spare my heart, to spare my soul, my eyes? Its true its you. In this life of magic truths, one for me is me for you and you, you feel the same.
10.
Winter 05:41
You think it grows on trees but it doesn’t. You think you can pick as you please but you can’t. Because when you return it’ll be winter and when you return the fruit will be dead and when you return the ground will be frozen and when you return you’ll see what you had. If you think it will grow twice, well you are wrong. And if you recall all that was so nice, I swear that you will feel the loss. Because when you return it’ll be winter and when you return the fruit will be dead and when you return the ground will be frozen and when you return you’ll see what you had. One day you’ll think about the seeds and you’ll wish you’d stuck around to see all that climbed up from the soil you so carefully spread all around, all around, all around me. One day you’ll think all about the seeds you laid down and you’ll wish you’d stuck around to see all that climbed up from the soil you so carefully spread all around, all around, all around me. All around me, why can’t you see? Because when you return it’ll be winter and when you return the fruit will be dead and when you return the ground will be frozen and when you return you’ll see what we had. You think it grows on trees but it doesn’t. You think you can pick as you please but you can’t. You think it grows on trees but it doesn’t. You think you can pick as you please but you can’t.
11.
By The Ocean 03:51
In your bedroom by the ocean I lifted up my covers for you. In your bedroom by the ocean I lifted up my covers for truth. Still I find myself waiting, braced to see your form. But these hopes are just so fleeting, as I open the door they are gone away. In your bedroom by the sea we swam until and swam until we flew. In your bedroom by the sea we looked until and looked until we knew. Still I find myself waiting, braced to see your form. But these hopes are just so fleeting, as I open the door they are gone away. In your bedroom by the ocean we let it go though how, I can’t tell. And your bedroom by the ocean is now just a memory as well.
12.
Try, it’s no good. Why is the word. My, my heart hurts. It hurts, oh, it hurts. I should have bet on what was left. The answers are hiding or don’t exist at all and I am finding someone oh so small in here. Dreams, piling up. Hope is not enough. Time never gave a fuck about us, about us. I should have bet on what was left. The answers are hiding or don’t exist at all and I am finding someone oh so small in here. Don’t you see I still believe in beautiful things, beautiful things. Don’t you see I still believe in beautiful things, beautiful things. Can’t you feel the sun so real, my soul is so warm, my soul is so warm. Can’t you feel the sun so real, my soul is so warm, my soul is so warm. Don’t you see I still believe in beautiful things, beautiful things. Don’t you see I still believe in beautiful things, beautiful things. Don’t you see I still believe in beautiful things, beautiful things. Don’t you see I still believe in beautiful things, beautiful things. Don’t you see I still believe in these beautiful dreams, these beautiful dreams.

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released August 8, 2015

Words & Music by Kat Morgan.

Produced by Tyler Newbold (boas.bandcamp.com) in Richmond, VA and Los Angeles, CA.

Engineered and Mixed by Caley Stroyer (www.stroyerdynamics.com) in San Francisco, CA.

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Kat Morgan writes and performs beat and harmony driven soul ballads out of her San Francisco home.

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