say it ain’t over 
but take it down from the wall 
summer’s almost fall 
rolling on highway 
with a head full of memory rush 

so take it slow 
slow it down 
slow it down 

heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
I got a pocket full of hope I never give it though I know she wants it 
I’ll be down at the lonely river, river, river gonna hold me 

heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
I got a pocket full of hope I never give it though I know she wants it 
I’ll be down at the lonely river, river, river gonna hold me 

cut out a trace 
lift it up to the light 
its only time 
dizzying dust 
settling on the radiator rust 

so take it slow 
slow it down 
slow it down 

heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
I got a pocket full of hope I never give it though I know she wants it 
I’ll be down at the lonely river, river, river gonna hold me 

heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
I got a pocket full of hope I never give it though I know she wants it 
I’ll be down at the lonely river, river, river gonna hold me 

river gonna hold me 
river gonna hold me 
river gonna hold me 

heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t 
heaven’s got a plan it couldn’t care less if I don’t

On Highway

in the dim of Seattle after hours when the bars have all closed down 
I walk by the harbor boats swaying in the silence of the sound 
and drunk as a sailor I look out there and am thinking of you again 
they say every end is a new beginning but sometimes it’s just the end 
for all of the miles I’m still standing underneath the same moon 
Olivia I don’t know what to do with this longing I have for you

After Hours

on my knees in the valley breeze 
laboring down the line, clipping vines 
throughout the day, I gather other 
thoughts to pass the time, and I get on fine 

but in my dreams I can’t control 
the places my subconscious goes 
and in the early morning blue 
I find that I’m still waking up with you 

in the cellar deep purple is 
seeping through the cracks, staining the racks 
when I drink I don’t need 
to reckon with the past, or face the facts 

but in my dreams I can’t escape 
the simple truth—I miss you babe 
and when I finally come to 
I find that I’m still waking up with you 

tangled up in time, our little life 
it was too much to lose 
I’m kissing apologies onto your neck as I’m 
(waking up with you) 

out in the crowning sun, our little one 
is running through the rouge 
or is it all in my head? here I go again
(waking up with you) 

looking out on the plot 
a new vintage will grow, must I be so 
self-involved I do recall 
it was my choice to go, I know

Vintner

roosted up in the twilight 
floating in the astral plane 
I got no name to call you 
nameless you shall remain 
nameless you shall remain 

I can see you far off 
through the lens of a telescope 
I can see you in the 
dew on the petal of a rose 
dew on the petal of a rose 

I am a city wanderer 
wondering where we went wrong 
and I cannot think of anything better to do 
than put you down in song 
I put you down in song 

now that I know you're breathing 
now that you’re in my mind 
I cannot help but feeling 
I’ve been black out all my life 
I’ve been black out all my life 

blacked out all my life 
blacked out all my life 
blacked out all my life 

roosted up in the twilight 
floating in the astral plane 
I got no name to call you 
nameless you shall remain 
nameless you shall remain

Nameless

Malina

among the pottery shards and petroglyphs, a secret of history 
is laying dormant under dust in the ancient caves of Tsankawi 
and on that afternoon I visited I could feel it resonate 
through every chamber of my heart and every channel of my veins 

and now I’m zooming between mesa rock and over arid ground 
passing the desert brush, purple in the shade of the cotton candy clouds 
some people spend their lives trying to prove whether God is real or not 
me I have the sense I once knew but I guess I have since forgot 

and that’s alright with me, facts are overrated when compared 
to kindness, I concede on my way from Albuquerque to I don’t know where 
future rolls in front, churches and casinos out the back 
a vulture flies above as all these ideologies collapse 

into the past, fading in antiquity forevermore 
Sangre De Cristo is a name for what was already there before 
all the labels are curling at their edges in my head 
and love is what it is regardless of the holy books we read 

a new source is springing up where the awakening began 
a stream of consciousness flowing alongside the Rio Grande 
in tribute to the whole, it’s all connecting indefinitely 
across the minutes, hours, days and weeks and months and years 

and centuries ago I was a Tewa woman dressed in rabbit hide 
a turquoise amulet around my neck and the moment in my eyes 
standing barefooted in a sea of pink apache plume— 
I will belong somewhere again and I have faith it will be soon

In Tribute

today, you stay, 
I leave, sorry, 
family, I only 
wish to be 
worry- 
free 

brine is shining on my eyelids 
squinting into the autumn breeze 
on a balcony up in Amery, oh I 
love you farther than I can see 

over the flora of eastern Minnesota 
laid like an overflowing colorful cornucopia 
sprawled across my view, I’m gray and rotten through 
with no ounce of gratitude, and no clue 
how to be there for me, not to mention you

Brine

blue nostalgia rays 
solemn in a cave I came to lay 
ascetic, I tried to calm my Cain 
now I search endlessly for 

Radia, like a light 
following the signs she left behind 
a static old radio in my mind 
with the signal picking up 

never knew the corn in the morning shimmer 
never knew the heat of Dakota sun 
never knew the heart of the hearth in winter 
oh, where’s she run? where’s she run? 
where’s she run? where’s she run? 
Radia, Radia, Radia, Radia 

cruising on a high 
I’m always happiest when I 
forget to think or wonder why 
and forfeit everything to 

Radia, oh sweet relief 
all that I need is her belief 
radiating on through the leaves 
and into my window 

on through the corn in the morning shimmer 
on through the heat of Dakota sun 
on through the heart of the hearth in winter 
oh, here she comes, here she comes, 
here she comes, here she comes, 
Radia, Radia, Radia, Radia 

in the end her distant song 
is enough to keep me moving on 
I used to think in right and wrong 
now I know better thanks to 

Radia, my journey lies 
under Americana skies 
over the hills into the iris 
of horizon

Radia

morning fog is lifting on the lane 
and it’s all coming up roses at the cemetery gates 
here in Cambria, steeped in the rising sun 
I’ve come to feel like someone again 

these days, I’m trying to make the most 
sweet time is passing, so I’m going up the California coast 
when asked where is home, I answer the open road 
I know it ain’t so kosh, but I don’t care 

the rules erode under the fathoms of 
my pacific love 

your smile is such a joy to look upon 
by noon tomorrow we’ll both be moving on 
but I must admit, there’s something beautiful about it 
treating this moment as one of a kind 

let’s walk over the dunes tonight 
take off our clothes underneath the silver light 
run into the waves, I won’t negotiate with fate 
life is what I make it to be 

beneath the ever changing skies above 
our pacific love 

this is all I’ll ever need 
even in the still uncharted dark 
there is reason to believe— 
and may we! may we, 

when things seem they cannot get any worse 
remember kindness is wading in the surf 
as a seagull flies out from the shadows of the pines 
there will always be trial but when 

that perennial push comes to shove 
I’ll leave it to pacific love

Pacific Love

chipping away at drywall and tearing out the sockets 
underneath a busted overhead, god help this apartment 
it’s the long-due rewiring of a home, mind, and broken heart 
and it’s already started, albeit with much reluctance so far 

what’s the point when it’s easier to forget 
sleep away the day its easier to forget 

sharing a cigarette outside talking outside Charlie’s Kitchen 
on the verge of burning out I said, “this is really some Thanksgiving” 
when the power of your words ran in a current through my brain 
“man, if your fucked up it ain’t your fault but its yours if you stay that way” 

what’s the point when it’s easier to forget 
leave it ‘til tomorrow it’s easier to forget 

if you need a safe place to crash come around 
I’ve got a well-lit living room and a comfy couch 
in the morning we can sit by the stove and talk all about 
how taking good care of yourself ain’t as easy as it sounds 

if you need a safe place to crash gimme a shout 
I’ve got a pretty view of the sunrise over downtown 
in the morning we can sip on some joe and talk all about 
how taking good care of yourself ain’t as easy as it sounds 

chipping away at drywall a mess of cables on the carpet 
it’s a nightmare upstairs, there have been times I’ve almost lost it 
winging it D.I.Y. with everything at my disposal 
its all error and trial, until the energy flows and the filament glows

Rewire

Formed in Boston, Oddbody is a collaboration between beatmaker/instrumentalist Jeff Nicholson and singer/songwriter Gabriel DeLayne

Oddbody

Popular tracks