Get all 6 Clayton Joseph Scott releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of VIEW FROM THE MOON, LET GO, Apple Tree, West of Lincoln, More Love, and Heavy Rest.
1. |
return to innocence
03:54
|
|||
|
"Return to innocence"
There’s an old man weeping in a parking lot
Tin cans in the alley
All the doors are locked
The night is electric
Shooting up in the dark
Spider webs weave up and down his arms
Smokes a cigarette down to the nub
Tries to remember the feeling love
Every single sound his night is on fire
indigo tattoos
plutonium desires
Was it ignorance?
Or indifference
his was a human life
May he return, to innocence
Cracks in the pavement
on easy street
Broken glass shatters images and dreams
No more baseball games
The town retired
Retreat into the bedroom
Blue screens lies
Simulcast blasts too big to ignore
Not another man will
Walk through these doors
The cathedrals have crumbled
The empire fell
Don’t need no mortar for a digital cell
Was it ignorance?
Don’t make sense
The blueprint
We Covent
May we return to innocence
to innocence
to innocence
to innocence
His diamond mind rusts
the hands of a child
Don’t feel the warmth of a mothers arms
Slips back again
Just a box on a form
to small to notice
To real to ignore
His face tell the story
Each line earned
In the belly of the dragon
Wields a sword of the world
Screams for mercy
But ears will ignore
Just a catalogue number at the city morgue
It was ignorance
and indifference
his was human life
No forgiveness
No redemption
No jury, No judge
No sentence
I said there’s no
forgiveness
No redemption
No jury, No judge
No sentence
When we return to innocence
|
||||
2. |
view from the moon
05:16
|
|||
|
View from the moon
Shining down like gold
Reveals the secrets
Her blue water holds
Rise to lie above it
She cut scars in my hands
To reveal the blood of hatred
Sown deep in every man
Deep in Every Man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
View from the moon
I’m Free from the disease
It’s so quiet the silence
Crashes down on me
Coughs up these ashes
The sum of one man’s fears
Now we seek the sacred,
Cleaned by our mothers tears
Cleaned by our mothers
And I sing
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
And the Earth moves in chapters
Beyond the hopes and laughter
and the
sky broke
and the sun fell
What stories will our children tell
About
lighting and thunder
The fire’s her lover
and Her
night screams like voodoo
yes I watch it all
from the moon
Well,
the Earth moves in chapters
Beyond the hopes and laughter
and the
sky broke
and the sun fell
What stories will our children tell
About
lighting and thunder
Yes the fire is her lover
and Her
night screams like voodoo
I watch it all
from the moon
And sing
Whoah - oh oh
Whoah
oh oh oh
Whoah
oh oh oh
Whoah
oh oh oh
view from the moon
I will not lose you
view from the moon
Where our memories all fade
We'll resurrect her body
Risen from the grave
Planted these mountains
That sprouted like a spark
Now she spins naked
Dancing through the dark
Dancing through the dark
Dancing through the dark
Dancing through the dark
|
||||
3. |
beautiful struggle
03:35
|
|||
|
Beautiful Struggle
Washes her Hands
Tired and Broken
she sufferers in silence
a beautiful struggle
Wonders out loud,
Is this what life’s all about?
She drowns out the sound
Nicotine and booze
In a real pinch something harder will do
Searching for answers in gods in saints in gurus
Whoo Whoo Whoo
What can I do?
Lost and lonely
don’t know if i’m gonna get through
She sing
Whoa Whoa Whoa
What can I say?
Never imagined my Life
Would turn out this way
Eager and restless
wants more from this life
She stares out the window
it’s a cold dark night
Hands are shaky,
In need of a sign
Tell me is this the result of your dreams?
The dancer the piano player in bell bottomed jeans
Fully obscene
an American dream
She said
Whoo Whoo Whoo
What can I do?
Lost and lonely
don’t know if i’m gonna get through?
she sings
Whoa Whoa Whoa
What can I say?
Never imagined my Life
Would turn out this way
Oh Life
Such a beau
Oh Life
Such a beau
Oh Life
Such a beau
Oh Life
Such a beautiful struggle
I sing
Whoo Whoo Whoo
|
||||
4. |
baby butterflies
03:49
|
|||
|
New laced shoes tap time on the floor
They don’t move like the old boots I once wore
Butterflies are changing so
Maybe I’m changing too
Caterpillars turn to
Butterflies in big cocoons
If I had wings I would spread them far and wide
circle ‘round the moon reaching for the sky
If caterpillars fly
Just imagine what I’ll do
When you learn to walk
When you learn to walk
When you learn to walk
in your new shoes
Small child’s hands slowly sew
They don’t move like old grandmas hands know
Children will all grow up but
We remain children the same
Grandmas says soon
She’ll be a child once again
If I could go back,
and sit on grandmas bed
I’d tell her she was right when she said
All babies cry
And one day will die too
Just like a butterfly
leaving the cacoon
|
||||
5. |
graceland
05:36
|
|||
|
The Mississippi Delta
Was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said, "losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow"
Ooh, ooh, ooh
In Graceland, in Graceland
Memphis Tennessee,
Im going to graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
"Whoa, so this is what she means"
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Well, everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blowin strong
Whoa, oh, oh
In Graceland, in Graceland, Memphis Tennessee,
I'm going to Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
|
||||
Clayton Joseph Scott Ashland, Oregon
Clayton Joseph Scott was born in Venice Beach, CA. He began his music career at the age of two when his father bought him a guitar and the “Born in the USA” vinyl by Bruce Springsteen. Troubadours like Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, and Bob Marley, served as the soundtracks of Clayton’s youth, and the art of story telling through song became an idea that shapes his music to this day. ... more
If you like Clayton Joseph Scott, you may also like:
KCA Music Studio 2014
by Kansas City Academy
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 10, 2014
go to album
The pioneering Tuareg band returns with a sharp, urgent folk and rock album.
go to album
Recorded in 1991, this recording from Tinariwen never received a wider release until now.
go to album
Walk Tall for Papyrus - Volume 2
by Donation to support the Prevention of Young Suicide
Clocking in at a brain-breaking 62 tracks, “Walk Tall for Papyrus” offers genre-spanning songs from members of a private Facebook group.
go to album
OCCii Compilation Deluxe Edition
by Various Artists
This charity compilation will benefit OCCii, an independent music venue in Amsterdam.
go to album
En Otros Lugares
by SANTIAGO CORDOBA
A hypnotic work that blends elements of psychedelia, post-rock, and Latin music, “En Otros Lugares” both lulls and mesmerizes.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 20, 2017
go to album
