From The Mouth Of Paris EP

by Mieka Pauley

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released 05 August 2009

produced by Michael Mangini & Brian Cassagnol
engineered & mixed by Howie Beno
songs by Mieka Pauley, Brian Cassagnol & Andrew Morgan
artwork & design by Mieka Pauley

Mieka Pauley: vocals, guitar
Brian Cassagnol: guitar, keyboards, vocals
Andrew Morgan: bass
Gabriel Hays: keyboards
Sarab Singh: drums

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songs ©2009 The Mess I'm In (SESAC) / Lost in Haiti (SESAC) / Filibuster Music (SESAC)
record ®©2009 Mieka Pauley

EP made possible by Cosmopolitan Magazine StarLaunch

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Mieka Pauley Brooklyn, New York

Mieka Pauley possesses a voice that flows like good whiskey and a frankness that makes Alanis Morissette look shy. She conjures up a sonic immediacy with the same masterful command as Ani DiFranco with driving, yearning melodies that stand alongside the work of Michelle Shocked, Neko Case and Emmylou Harris. ... more

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Track Name: Colossal
Be honest, be straight:
Do you wanna make a colossal mistake
As much as I do? Oh, I do
You wear an honest face
Do you wanna lay the world to waste
As much as I do? Oh, I do

I’d like to say my head was steady
This guilty script unready
This dead-end trip unthought—or not—

The world is asking for it
Such an insane involuntary scream
The world is begging for it
Almost as loud as me

Don’t hide it, don’t lie:
Do you have a pretty face and sick mind
As much as I do? Oh, I do
If I’m right, and you’re in
You better like a good sin
As much as I do. Oh, I do

I’d like to say I’m in the right
The time more day than night
My head more clear than rot—or not—

The world...

We’re in for it now, oh god, we’re in for it now
But why would we ever want a way out?

The world...
Track Name: We're All Gonna Die
Minding my own business—
Knock at the door—who is it?
Be right there, one minute
Gotta get up and go get it
Got white hair, eyes all crazy
Now most mad men don’t phase me
But these guys, I’ll admit it
Got me scared—we’re finished.

The scientists proved it: we’re all gonna die
They got charts & equations, the how when & why
You did not invite them, and neither did I
But they’re here—drink up, we’re all gonna die

I go do my laundry
Those docs are right behind me
Get lost in some party
Those creeps will always find me
Who are they? What is this?
I mind my own damn business
Always there to remind me
All about their findings

The scientists...

I don’t wanna go the way they say
If I gotta go, let it be my way

The scientists...
Track Name: Faster
I found myself outside
Walking in the dark and staring at the sky
I will never understand how my life unfolds
But fate just is; fate does not console

Then they pulled me to the side
They put their arms around me and led me inside
They told me I was not the only one in pain
But they console; they do not explain

Faster than I can spin
The world turns and changes again
Sweeter still, till the end
I still want it all again

And there beside me, in letters ten feet tall
The words of God were scrawled on the wall
But I was not oblivious: I chose to ignore
For words explain; words do not restore

Faster...

And I could wait until
I regained my balance and made the world stand still
But I would wait forever for my will to be that strong
And as I waited, the rest of my life would be gone.

Faster...
Track Name: That Golden Room
I don’t know what to do
I think I lost track of that golden room
If I find it again, I will lock myself in
I don’t know what to do

Please let me come home
Before I forget it
Please let everything
Be just as I left it

I did not see the change
Step by step and I’m miles away
With days made of hours, and years made of days
I did not see the change

Please...

That memory left me hope
For a peace I cannot comprehend
I’ll resolve in heaven
That ache heaven sent

Please...

I don’t know what to do.
I think I lost track of that golden room—