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A Delicate Age

by Scout Ripley

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1.
Stage I 02:59
So this won’t be blowing over Every other winter Looking for excuses For tendencies to rupture And now the city’s throwing punches City under water Weighing all the options In the proper order As long as it doesn’t get worse…
2.
Eyes down, still staring I would have you if you’ll have me Is silence that worth fearing? It’s exhausted, it’s exhausting Every first conversation with friends, first conversations with conversations every first conversation with friends, first conversations with, Conversations that we’re not sharing, things get harder to remember Someone get it down So friendly, and already Forgetting that you saw me It’s exhausted, it’s exhausting I would have you, if you’ll have me Every first…
3.
The Walls 03:32
I am right where we started, I am good I am guarded I am better, better in theory than present company But I, devoted, genuflect, and we watch as your intellect becomes a bible A lonely idol to your countenance And I know I’m a lot yeah a lot of the time Let me sink into the walls put me right out of your mind I’ll wait inside this time, awake this time Inside the dream, lucidity A will forced into being A wake of fury, disappearing in an empty hour Well-laid the trap, engage the tourist With a smile, a shade of pity For those who don’t find demands endearing, invention comforting And I’m not on the edge of a new, new reprieve No interest in dodging calls, I’m just high from the relief And I’ll wait content to be awake this time And I know I’m a lot yeah a lot of the time Let me sink into the walls put me right out of your mind I’ll wait inside this time, awake this time
4.
Direct lightning out of snapping wrists Thought without antithesis What to hide behind Screaming out in silent fits Test the sound, try the bit Running out of time But maybe I like it loud When you know better than to want what you can’t afford Waiting for the fire to dissipate When you are too in love with what you’re supposed to be sorry for Self-mythologize, self-lacerate Striking out with phantom limbs The weak façade of twinless twins Doom in little things And the fear of disappointment’s a distraction And I’m bad at calling favors in when I’m caught in the act of wanting But maybe I’m wanting now And we’re all just looking for the sun in a delicate age And it’s hard to remember that the sun’s looking down on you anyway And maybe I like it loud
5.
Steady Hands 04:41
No one wandered out of houses when the word came down And no one had given us instructions on how to save ourselves So I was halfway up the stairs when I remembered you had said you were tired I used to have such steady, I used to have such steady hands… Are you my left hand shakes, or are those mine Are you what’s looking back from my red eyes You deserve an explanation, and I deserve a chance Because I used to have such steady, I used to have such steady hands And how will anybody notice exactly when disaster struck? If no one wanders out of houses, and no one waits for what I’ve got? So I’ll call it a bruiser, and you can call it whatever you want. Whatever you want. Cuz I used to have such steady, I used to have such steady hands.
6.
Holding hands before the storm hits Learning when and where to risk it Wasting time finding words that sound good together Before the things that sound like love felt like leaving me behind And in the morning, we’ll climb so high But there’s a version of me before I figured this out Who slept in your spine and who lived in your house Who lives inside your mind Eating you up from the inside So what makes you think you’re different? If you’ve ever been mighty, if you’ve ever been tired Of the pigeon toes and quiet eyes of mine How should we measure our time, a step and a leap? Or with arms outstretched to difficult mothers doing the difficult work of being alive (So tell me that you love me and I’ll leave you behind)
7.
Easy 04:09
If you insist on, insist on talking loud enough to hear Telling tales, standing on tables Sneaking up behind me And no one said that sweeping up is easy, no one said that, didn’t we And all the running subtitles, languages I don’t speak And you were ready for us to go but made sure you were awake to watch us leave no one said that sleeping would come easy, no one said that, didn’t we Laid out, breakdown When the night is over, are we? For when we fade out I am in your corner Know that I was in your corner, maybe
8.
Wanting to be seen, desperate to be heard But wants don’t equal needs, hold your tongue behind your teeth Don’t recognize where you’re finding yourself And you can’t see away around it now Reconcile the good things you grew up with Trying to pre-determine states to show up in All of them witches Take a break from judging books and wondering how to feel You hang from several hooks to rest your bloody heels Don’t recognize where you’re finding yourself And you can’t see a way around it now And if the call is from inside the house Then maybe it’s time, time to get out
9.
Carving 03:56
Dream about dog whistles Trust no one is listening Draw lines under your eyelids, your eyeline Sift through trash from trailers Hedging bets better Attempts to win your favor, your favor Eating ice at the end of the evening Carving into sides of mountains Running in front of traffic You stole the breath from my figure Held your protest in my shoulders You stripped the skin from my fingers From my fingers, Carving
10.
Stage II 04:45
Maybe you’ve dug at the skin enough to find what’s underneath Cloaking vanity in the comfort of grief Difficulty moving on, walking on your knees Change is hard, but you’re listening To what’s new in the world Arming restlessness, refining aim Unexpected joy, expected pain But in the end this hole doesn’t have to be a grave And this will take as long as it’ll take So talk with your hands about the end of days A guided mission burning in the wild Oh confident child, spread apostolic fiction About what’s new, what’s new

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released September 1, 2017

All songs written and recorded by Scout Ripley
Produced by Connor Boyle
Mastered by Carl Saff
Artwork by Ryan Kalentkowski
Special thanks to Jake Bronson at I.V. Lab Studios

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