Noteworthy OST

by Ríoghnach Robinson

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Hello! This is the Official Soundtrack to my novel Noteworthy, which will be on shelves near u from Abrams Books in May 2017.

It is a sticky thing to use song lyrics and such in books because of copyright. So while I was writing my own, I was like hey. Why not, you know. Make them into songs also.

I will add a song roughly every month until release date! wow i am psyched

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released August 8, 2016

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Ríoghnach Robinson Gambier, Ohio

20-whatever-year-old human playing and singing things, mostly simultaneously. it's pronounced 'REE-oh-nock'

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Track Name: Danny Boy
o danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen, and down the mountainside
the spring is gone, and all the flowers are dying
it's you, it's you must go and i must bide

but come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
i'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
o danny boy, o danny boy, i love you so

but if you come, and all the flowers are dying,
and i am dead, as dead i well may be,
you'll come and find the place where I am lying
and kneel and say an Ave there for me

and i will know, though soft you tread above me
and then my grave will richer, sweeter be.
and you will bend and tell me that you love me
and i will sleep in peace until you come to me
and i will sleep in peace until you come to me.
Track Name: O Kensington (We Sing to Thee)
O Kensington, we sing to thee, our voice doth fill thy halls!
When far away are we, the winter clamors at thy walls!
O Kensington, we sing to thee, twixt stands of oak and maple!
When far are we, we'll still serve thee, as long as we are able!
Track Name: After All
i'm still here, still waiting for the words you never meant
i'm still there, some part of me still thinks you're heaven-sent
somehow i believe that we've still got a fighting chance
i never should have told you i'm the only one who understands

people always told me what they'd give me, but i couldn't hear
i kept thinking this one was the one who'd make me disappear
somehow, i'm still waiting for the things you left behind
to pull you right on back to me, i lost you and what did i find

a city with the lights off
i'm sweating by the morning tide
a city where the streets are dark
and i'm the only thing inside

‘Cause after all, you know I love you,
And after all, you know I want you,
Baby, after all, you know I need you,
After all this time.
After all this time.

open up my sternum there is someone else in me
he is strung between my ribs and stitching weights inside my feet
sometimes when i spot my face in photographs you're all i see
looking out behind my eyes and begging me to set you free

i'll let you go tomorrow (i'll let you go,)
i'll open up these fists of mine (heart saying "no,)
if i can make myself choke back this anodyne (you're mine")

‘Cause after all, you know I love you,
And after all, you know I want you,
Baby, after all, you know I need you,
After all this time.

i look back, right at
all the bright sides
round our love, our life
dark as the night sky

i'm still here, still trying to recover what I used to be
i'll resurrect the optimist i left behind last century
i know that i'm alive i'm gonna exorcise this ghost in me
i'll say goodbye to you and to the agony and ecstasy

now, i know (after all)
time flies (after all)
and I won't waste, won't waste
one more sunrise
looking back at our love,
our life
dark as the night sky
Track Name: The Clockmaker
you know what they say,
i can't ever get out of my own way
and i know this
i know all about myself
i know myself too well

so i came down saturday, beside
the statue of a man who died
twice, when his name went quiet,
quiet
and i met her there
and i met her there
and i met her there,

and i asked the clockmaker how much it would break her
her cogs and bells and wooden ledges
her painted face and gilded edges
to turn back the dial
to turn back the dial for a while

i remember that night, she knows
i was drunk, i was wild, and i tried to overdose
on daily vitamins all pink and blue
get some bitter help from a sweet sweet capsule
and heal myself to death, heal myself to death,
heal myself to death, i couldn't even meet her eyes
but now that we're back here, i'm mesmerized
see the pendulum swinging, i'm hypnotized, oh

and i asked the clockmaker how much it would break her
her cogs and bells and wooden ledges
her painted face and gilded edges
to turn back the dial
to turn back the dial for a while

you know what they say
why can't she just breathe for one day?

and i know this
i know all about myself
i know myself too well

so i'm here to say - don't know if you'll agree -
i've come to see that nothing means nothing.
nothing means nothing,
so do anything you want to me
do whatever you want to me

and i asked the clockmaker how long it would take her
her cogs and bells and wooden ledges
her painted face and gilded edges
to turn back the dial
turn back the dial for a while
for a while
for a while
Track Name: Halloween
a couple of weeks ago, i tried to go back
(did I tell you this before?)
back to the, back to the, back to the place
where yours was the second drawer

i stood in the threshold, and all of the cobwebs
glimmering dusty and bright
reminded me of the gossamer-fine silences
we'd always tie round each other at night

and it still smells like halloween,
and the way things used to be
will anybody look at me
or open my eyes, so i can finally see?

a couple of days ago, i tried to think back,
but there was something in the way
back to a, back to a, back to a time
i wasn't tired every day

i tried to recall the lightness of limb
the crystalline glow of the sun
awakening me from dreams where i'd see
waterfalls, galaxies, fields where my dog used to run

and it still smells like halloween
the golden fires of the leaves
will someone take a hold of me
and promise there's something inside me i might want to be?
i might want to be

a couple of years from now, i'll stop looking back
at least, that's what they've all implied
back to the, back to the, back to the time
i let you come and curl up inside

i'll find in a city some grey, thirsty block
a lightning-rod building that soars
acquiring sky, and reaching so high,
i'll leave those memories all the way down at the doors.

and it'll smell like christmas trees
the scent of something new and clean
but in all of my realities,
i'll never forget what i've seen
what i've seen