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Youth Camp
04:10
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I'm sorry,
I couldn't hear what you said.
Too busy with my friends,
I'm too busy with my friends.
That summer I spent writing poems,
I couldn't even try to remember,
And every youth camp with my best friends is like,
A brand new type of adventure.
And I like the sounds of the parties that we went to.
And I ended up on YouTube,
Just skip to 1:02
Spent six years as a camp counselor,
So many people found the Lord,
And I found my place,
Not just here but with my friends and our memories,
And I became the person that I never thought I could be.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't hear what you said,
I found better things instead.
Remember those weekends on the road?
Or those parties down at our friends' house?
I'll always remember those nights.
I think that these kids were sent as a guiding light,
And that with them here by my side, things are gonna end up alright.
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Polaroid
02:37
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I don't want to get out of my bed,
I just want to lay here.
Looking at the pictures on my wall,
You're in six of them.
They keep me from the bad memories,
I don't want to stay there.
I think I'm ready to grow up.
It's raining and I can feel my heartbeat. (x2)
I don't want to lose weight,
I just want to feel loved,
Talk to strangers, stay out late and drink milkshakes in the park.
So let's lay on blankets in the grass, put pillows in the backseat,
Stay up, talk with my friends,
Take things on my polaroid.
It's raining and I can feel my heartbeat. (x2)
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Furniture
03:26
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We all go back to college on Monday,
Some of you are leaving for California.
Soon it will be winter, and I'll be cold again.
I wish I could get over this feeling of being pulled under,
The summer sounds a lot like you.
But nostalgia still gets the best of me.
I'm too tired to focus on anything else.
My friends are all still here and my car's still a mess.
I've always been so negative about these types of things,
But I swear I'm getting better, I know I'll get things right.
I am the corner of the room in the house that you grew up in,
Before you moved away, before you left.
I am all of the strange things you miss, but barely even noticed when you were here.
Today I moved the furniture around, to remind myself that things are gonna change,
But some things will just stay the same.
Sometimes, I sit alone in my room and write all of these sad songs,
To remind myself that things usually end up ok.
I am the corner of the room in the house that you grew up in,
Before you moved away, before you left.
I am all of the strange things you miss, but barely even noticed when you were here.
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Northern November Alexandria, Louisiana
Northern November is an acoustic indie duo from Alexandria, Louisiana. Combining mellow sounds with airy vocal patterns, NN provides a smooth, mystic atmosphere for anyone who listens.
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