Little Films, by Vanessa Peters

Little Films

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1.	Little Films 04:19	lyrics	download

2.	Love Story 03:54	lyrics	download

3.	Anti-Hero 05:07	lyrics	download

4.	Such Good Actors 05:26	lyrics	download

5.	Signposts 04:40	lyrics	download

6.	Moving Day 04:14	lyrics	download

7.	Amelia 04:22	lyrics	download

8.	No Sense 05:02	lyrics	download

9.	Never Been Good 06:27	lyrics	download

10.	Bonnie & Clyde 04:21	lyrics	download

11.	Big Time Underground 03:56	lyrics	download

12.	Fireworks 05:00	lyrics	download

13.	Parting Scene 04:13	lyrics	download

14.	Love Story (Reprise) 04:36	lyrics	download

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Shimmering folk/rock that plays like a little movie in your head, leaving its catchy melodies, smart lyrics, and strong harmonies hanging around for days.

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released 27 September 2006

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One might expect a traveller like Vanessa Peters to create music tinged with exotic, foreign sounds. After all, she spent most of the last ten years living in and playing hundreds of shows across Europe. Some people leave home behind, but Vanessa Peters brought it along with her. Vanessa is a thoroughly American songwriter, crafting intelligent songs in her own style of Americana-influenced pop. ... more

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Track Name: Little Films: little films that fade from sight
little flashes of color
little snippets of sound and light
little ghosts uncovered

playing catch with you at a stoplight
or was that somebody else
it’s hard to keep all these memories straight
when you keep them locked away on the top shelf but

I put in you in every box I could find
and the bottom, it fell out every time
and I made running look easy
with the trail of memories I left behind

another sad, foggy detail
dancing on the sidelines
of how wrong everything went
the lie I told you of how we just ran out of time

and I said this is what we do
we make plans, they fall apart
we fall down and we pick ourselves up
try and make a new start

and you said you put down roots
you tend a garden till it grows
but what good is planting seeds
when you always reap the sadness you’ve sown

and I saw the same man down on the corner
holding the same dirty sign
does he still have your change in his pocket
wearing your coat down on airport drive

another sad, foggy detail
dancing on the sidelines
of how wrong everything went
the lie I told you of how we just ran out of time

and I remember that your hands were small
but big enough to hold my head up
surely that can’t be all
that those years were made of…no….

another sad, foggy detail
dancing on the sidelines
of how wrong everything went
the lie I told you!
another sad, foggy detail
dancing on the sidelines
of how wrong everything went
the lie I told you of how we just ran out of time
Track Name: Love Story: it’s a Friday in autumn
it’s the third of September
and these are the details
the director says we should remember
there’s a scene where you shake your head
but still give her a second chance
cause this was a story marketed to families
and fans of true romance

and she’d always be true
we heard her say it at the start
and the setting was idyllic
the script said: central park
and we all know she meant it
so it can’t all be her fault
an unexplained plot twist
for now they’ll leave us in the dark

and no one pays to leave the theatre in tears
with soft, sore hearts
except all the critics and those always afraid
it’s about to fall apart
but it might end happ’ly
and what else have we got to do
except cling to the edge of our seats
and watch her fall in and out of love with you

and she’d always be true
we heard her say it at the start
and it wasn’t just once
it seems she said it a lot
and we all know she meant it
so it can’t all be her fault
if they fell out of love
if it came to a screeching halt

it’s a Friday in autumn
it’s the third of September
and these are the details
the director says we should remember
Track Name: Anti-Hero: i dreamed last night that i lost the first vampire i ever loved
to the cold and snow of Michigan
and those six months of staying up till the dawn have changed my entire life
i’ll never be the same again

and on nights when i can’t sleep
i touch my neck and think of him
looking for the scars i know he’s left
the evidence of how i know he’s changed me
the blood i know he must have kept

and i blinked and then he charmed me
he totally disarmed me
but reminded me to keep the shutters closed
cause he was willing, but only somewhat
or maybe that was me, cause at this point
no one really knows

he was the first time i stayed up till five
to go to work at six
my eyes were heavy but i held on
cause otherwise i’d never got a first kiss

and i blinked and then he charmed me
he totally disarmed me
but reminded me to keep the shutters closed
cause he was willing, but only somewhat
or maybe that was me, cause at this point
no one really knows

or maybe it really was that easy
he just made his mix tapes and moved along
knowing all he ever had to do
was write me some great line from an indie rock’n’roll song

and i blinked and then he charmed me
he totally disarmed me
but reminded me to keep the shutters closed
cause he was willing, oh, but only somewhat
or maybe that was me, cause at this point
no one really knows
Track Name: Such Good Actors: the film unreels before me, the celluloid of all these years
and I still can’t see you but I hear you telling me we’ll play it by ear
and this is so far out of tune that i'm not good enough to fake it
so i close my eyes and say goodnight to the moon feel sorry for the winter trees, so cold and naked.

but I, I crinkled my smile and hid my eyes from the sun
and I was impatient when you asked if you were the only one
we’re such good actors – do we feel, or just think we should?
and I swear that I’d come clean if I, if I thought I could.

and you gave it all, but it all slipped through the cracks
and i threw a kiss over my shoulder, but i forgot to look back
and i want to be witty and clever, or at the very least – kind.
but i’ve forgotten all the words that used to be so easy to find.

but i, i crinkled my smile and i hid my eyes from the sun
and i was impatient when you asked if you were the only one
we’re such good actors – do we feel, or just think we should?
and i swear that i’d come clean if i…if i thought i could.

and i’m aware that you’d be good for me
if only i would let you be
but mutiny comes in every shape and size
and by now my jumping ship should come as no great surprise

and i, i crinkled my smile and i hid my eyes from the sun
and i was impatient when you asked if you were the only one
we’re such good actors – do we feel, or just think we should?
and i swear that i’d come clean if i…if i thought i could.
Track Name: Signposts: there were signposts pointing every which way
as we were loading boxes in the car
and autumn leaves fell in the trunk, covering up,
the evidence we’d fallen so far.

and I made out like it was no big deal –
I made out like I was coming home!
this is the scene where I made out like a bandit
and I made off with all that I could handle

and thou shalt not steal!
the heart of the one you try to heal
leave the healing in the hands of those
who understand the power of the drugs they hold

will mailboxes always take me back to you?
the little red flags, signaling need.
saying stop here, please don’t forget me!
cause I have something that someone wants to see.

and the smell of rain on dirty city streets –
the pavement worn and cracked and tired.
reminds me: I never liked it much here anyway.
still, it feels strange without saying goodbye.

and thou shalt not steal
the heart of the one you try to heal
leave the healing in the hands of those
who understand the power of the drugs they hold

and you are a decision I have made
you are stolen goods I can’t take back
and even if there are things that I would undo
by now
…it’s a little bit late for that.
Track Name: Moving Day: well I looked up and I shielded my eyes
as another one, it fell from the sky
it’s raining good intentions
but they hit the ground too hard
smash in a million pieces
and scatter through the yard
where I tried to plant some flowers
where I tried to fit this town
well I got mine and you got yours but
was there really not enough to go around?

and another one hits me as i try to step aside
all the things that i had packed away
are now out here on the outside
garage sale, it’s moving day
we’re selling off our things
the chair is five, the stereo’s six
and i won’t take less than twenty
for this pair of gold foil rings
Track Name: Amelia: well i waited till it got good and hot
and everyone went to the water
and i was thinking how amelia took her plane to sea
and they never caught her
and the mailbox is at the house not the road
so i can’t just leave this letter and run
and i pay the kid next door my last dollar
and hope it’s enough for him to get the job done

and it’s easier to think you just didn’t notice when i snuck away
and it’s more romantic to consider that the letter just didn’t get delivered
and it’s not that you just had nothing left to say

i told him i’m tired of being known in small small circles
as the girl that could have – but didn’t
the one who had everything lined up in a row
and then walked away, indifferent
and he just scuffed his shoes on the sidewalk
and kinda cocked his head up at me sideways
he checked the dollar bill to see if it was real
and glanced over my shoulder, out towards the freeways

and he said it really is this hot, we learned in school that the earth is baking
and i was thinking about the last plane to Bermuda –
was it a risk worth taking?
maybe she’s been there faking it
all this time

and i almost always woke up first
the sun hitting my face on its way through the blinds
there was no way to know in that comfortable bed
in that comfortable time
that the sun was breeding cancer in my head
a good excuse for how it came about
that our cars are parked in separate driveways
and you never leave the house and you never do go out

and I think she probably went down somewhere
but it hurt less over water than the pavement
and I kinda think that little boy read it
and even with his 10 yr old logic
saw that maybe it was better
thrown away
thrown away

and it’s easier to think you just didn’t notice when i snuck away
and it’s more romantic to consider that the letter just didn’t get delivered
and it’s not that you just had nothing left to say
Track Name: No Sense: your face is so so white
the eraser did its job
if i didn’t know
then i wouldn’t know
your eyes were so so blue

i dropped it all inside
and then i sealed the box
and then i lit the fuse
i kicked off the bomb
and let it all go to hell

and there’s no sense
in any of this
what good’s a memory
without a face or a voice?
and it’s all smudged
looks like the ink has run
on all the half-drawn sketches
i stored inside my head

so it’s like a horror show
it’s all i’ve got to show
in these silent films
you’re always faceless
but somehow i know it’s you

you try to speak to me
for all i can tell you are screaming
of stolen things
broken dreams
and mistakes i am making
and there’s no sense
in any of this
what good’s a memory
without a face or a voice?
and it’s all smudged
looks like the ink has run
on all the half-drawn sketches
i stored inside my head

your face is so so white
the eraser did its job
if i didn’t know
then i wouldn’t know
your eyes were so so blue
Track Name: Never Been Good: I said I’ll call you soon
and like that I closed the phone
pulled the plug on another love
and now I’m chasing the rain
and hoping I’ve still got time enough
and I, I chronicle every mile
from when I, I crossed the state line
from when I left Texas
to the exit where I thought I’d leave this behind…

and the cotton fields spread far
their flowers like early snow on the ground
and the flat shades of gray and blue sky
spread the space above and all around
and at least I am grateful to be driving east
the sun is in my eyes but it just means
fewer time zones between you and me

and I’ve never been good at figuring out what to do
and I’ve never been able to hear the small voice they tell me to listen to
and I’ve never been able to sit still and look around at what’s been lost
I always just rush ahead, no head for numbers
and rarely do I calculate the cost

but that don’t mean I don’t find myself thinking about all my sins and
when and how I’ll find the time and money to pay for them
and all the times I stood there – weak – and toed the line
I dragged my foot through the dirt and made it blur
and then I changed my mind

and I’ve never been good at figuring out what to do
and I’ve never been able to hear the small voice they tell me to listen to
and I’ve never been able to sit still and look around at what’s been lost
I always just rush ahead, no head for numbers
and rarely do I calculate the cost
Track Name: Bonnie & Clyde: stripes of colors on the flowers
and we are loading up the car
you got a backpack and i got a handbag
and we are trading barbs
about the evolution of a heavy language
and where the words come from anyway
and I find I’ve swallowed the sun
I’m exploding with this April day

and maybe with just enough help
and the lights all turning green
we could get out of here without looking back
there’s nothing wrong with fleeing the scene
tell me where your loyalty lies
in your poetry or your prose
cause around here only film stars are national heroes

and the eels are singing loudly
track one on a homemade mix tape
I’m hanging my head out the window
I’m scaring little old ladies with their mouths agape
as we fly past at the speed of song
making more noise than we have the right
it’s a small town, there are laws against this
but we’re singing, they blink, and we’re out of sight

and maybe with just enough help
the lights all turning green
we could get out of here without looking back
there’s nothing wrong with fleeing the scene
it’s too clichéd to be bonnie and clyde
but we won’t make it if we keep laying low
and around here only film stars are national heroes

and this sunburn, it is my souvenir
of a day lived outside the law
this soft sweet kiss, this hand in mine
the winter that we thought would never thaw

and maybe with just enough help
and the lights all turning green
we could get out of here without looking back
there’s nothing wrong with fleeing that scene
it’s too clichéd to be bonnie and clyde
but we won’t make it if we keep laying low
and around here only film stars are national heroes
Track Name: Big Time Underground: don’t you come in here and tell me how the story goes
cause i know a lot of things that you don’t know
and they don’t know either and no one will understand
how this quilt got pieced together

and don’t even try to start throwing things
i’ve glued down all the furniture and breakables
i’ve put away the best pieces and all we have left are our hands
and what we hold in them

so i could make you a cup of tea
or you could kick a hole in the door
are you going for an oscar
or are you happy with an independent film award
would you like to give your lovely speeches
or are you content to stay underground
only recognized in your hometown

don’t you come in here and say i broke your heart
cause it’s cheap for an ending and doesn’t even begin to start
to unravel what we’ve done here
cause it’s inflammable, and this blanket that we’re covered with
will likely go up in smoke

and don’t even try to start throwing things
cause it’s completely against your character
and the audience will never fall for this one
you’ll be called an over-actor
you better, better go for subtle or downcast

or i could make you a cup of tea
or you could kick a hole in the door
are you going for an oscar
or are you happy with an independent film award
would you like to give your lovely speeches
or are you content to stay underground
only recognized in your hometown

cause everyone loves the lovable loser
when he’s up on the big silver screen
hold your head high and pretend you don’t see the holes
cause only by playing dumb are you gonna steal this scene.
Track Name: Fireworks: well I can take your picture down now
and put up new ones of happier times
and not be afraid of your angry ghost
with its face like sucked limes
that sour expression may very well be my fault
but it’s time now for me to let that go
there will be less checking around corners
for the thumbs-up man to give me the say so

and sometimes there aren’t fireworks,
and the explosions go pop quietly in the night –
a misfire or two that no one can explain.
sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light…
it will not light up the sky

will you come haunting my last good breath?
i think there will be more good breaths for us both.
is it okay for me to smile when i wake up
instead of worrying about if you’ve climbed off that rope?
and i had faith that it all would pass
but it wasn’t until i saw exactly how
that i was able to somewhat understand
the way these things sometimes work out…

and sometimes there aren’t fireworks,
and the explosions go pop quietly in the night –
a misfire or two that no one can explain.
sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light…
it fails to light up the sky.
Track Name: Parting Scene: do you suppose you could kiss me goodbye one last time before I go?
the frame’s still on the mantle and I know – I know –
I promised not to argue.

do you suppose you could play the part for just a few more bars
cause I’ve found grownups are no fun to play with
and I’m always so tired these days.

and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say?
and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say?

do you suppose that you’ll miss me much when we are really apart?
and not this in between that we’ve played at while we trampled on our hearts.

do you suppose that you’d write me a song to get me through this cold?
the winter’s so heavy inside my mouth
it’s like a warning i’ve been told.

and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say?
and do we ever get to take back the things we didn’t say?
do you suppose you could kiss me goodbye one last time before we’re through?
the frame’s still on the mantle and I know – I know –
I promised not to argue.
Track Name: Love Story (Reprise): it’s a Friday in autumn
it’s the third of September
and these are the details
the director says we should remember
there’s a scene where you shake your head
but still give her a second chance
cause this was a story marketed to families
and fans of true romance

and she’d always be true
we heard her say it at the start
and the setting was idyllic
the script said: central park
and we all know she meant it
so it can’t all be her fault
an unexplained plot twist
for now they’ll leave us in the dark

and no one pays to leave the theatre in tears
with soft, sore hearts
except all the critics and those always afraid
it’s about to fall apart
but it might end happ’ly
and what else have we got to do
except cling to the edge of our seats
and watch her fall in and out of love with you

and she’d always be true
we heard her say it at the start
and it wasn’t just once
it seems she said it a lot
and we all know she meant it
so it can’t all be her fault
if they fell out of love
if it came to a screeching halt

it’s a Friday in autumn
it’s the third of September
and these are the details
the director says we should remember

Little Films

by Vanessa Peters

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