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The Pilot
03:18
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If I could fly away in my own airplane
I’d plot a course to where you are
And land it at your gate
If I had a train I’d lay track night and day
The line would lead straight to you
And that’s where it would stay
And if I had a ship I’d sail it to your port
Your current’s strong and I belong
On your rocky shore
But waves that could lead you home
Just wear down the sand from stone
I know you’ll see one day
All the things in my way
So I’m afraid of heights, I never earned a pilot’s license
And I missed that train, I don’t know when the next one’s coming in
I won’t learn to swim, the water’s deep but I just wade in
Up to my knees I won’t go far if I can’t see my feet
But waves that could lead you home
Just wear down the sand from stone
I know you’ll see one day
All the things in my way
Break it to me now
If there’s a map then I will make it
Get up off the ground
If I have to I’ll hitchhike
But you are smart and brave
You could find a way to save this
Your telepathic brain
Can see that I’m the one who’s struggling
Look down from your great height
See how I’m climbing?
But waves that could lead you home
Just wear down the sand from stone
I know you’ll see one day
All the things in my way
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All My Guns
Cross the border from Pennsyltucky
Make a home in New Jersey
I’m just hoping someone will
See through me
I’m a hunter I’m a straight shot
Between me and you
I’m all I’ve got
Still I hide behind the forestock
Aimed at your heart
I would give up all my guns
If you would give me all your love
Spill the bullets on the floor
I won’t need them anymore
In the crosshair I can see you
You know I’m there, You barely move
You’re so stunning
Oh where you running to?
I would give up all my guns
If you would give me all your love
Spill the bullets on the floor
I won’t need them anymore
And the rocks that you climb
I am there just behind you
And the streams that you ford
I was there just before you
I would give up all my guns
If you would give me all your love
Spill the bullets on the floor
I won’t need them anymore
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Knocks on a Door
03:28
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Knocks on a Door
It started with knocks on a door
In the borough of Brooklyn at night
It started with what you could see
What would be was way out of sight
You knitted a hat for this boy
Which he lost to the tracks of a train
He slept on a couch in your house
While you went to your bedroom and prayed
You wrote him a song from your heart
But it faltered with too many words
He wrote one for girls in his dreams and It fell down with too many chords
And he's all over quiet places
that used to be yours.
They were yours.
The coffee and tea won't suffice
For the niceties you'll never see
There's no guarantee that your mind
Won't bend with the reality
And he's all over quiet places
that used to be yours.
They were yours.
You wait
It's gonna get better I know it gets better
And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.
And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.
And he's all over quiet places that used to be yours. They were yours.
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TREELINE
In my backyard I have boxes
I have spices and parked cars
In your backyard you have mountains
You have highway you see the stars
But I don't see stars from my backyard
oh but I believe that they are there
If you see one would you wish on it
for me here
Eyes on the treeline
Feet in the sand
These things surround me
and I can't breathe in,
But you won't see me in the valley
On your mountain you have branded
an initial monogram
In my window I have neon
not much brighter, but draws me in
If I don't make it to the summit
would you send someone down?
Call for backup if I can't make it up
on my own
Eyes on the treeline
Feet in the sand
These things surround me
and I can't breathe in,
But you won't see me in the valley
Eyes on the treeline
Feet in the sand
These things surround me
and I can't breathe in,
But you won't see me in the valley
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Decade
04:05
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You wrote up on survival and the best way to run
You fell upon your own sword to show off all the blood
And no one else can carry you away
No one else can make a better day but you
I’m turning on a decade and waking in a sweat
I see the bed that I made and the mess I made of it
And no one else can carry me away
No one else can make a better day but me
I don’t see well through the grey
You are reading books again
I should hold my tongue
You don’t know what you’ve done
I’ve nightmares on my shoulders but I don’t need your help
Because I am the oldest I can do it by myself
And no one else can carry me away
No one else
The preaching and the polling, emails laced with politics
If Jesus had the Internet, he wouldn’t forward me that shit
And no one else could carry him away
No one else could make a better day
Gone like gospel truths we wrote on
Cardboard in the rain
Impressive rhetoric we stick on
Things we cannot save
So scratch your name on something sacred
See how long it lasts
Years will pass, and time erases
Memory I have
I don’t see well through the grey
You are reading books again
I should hold my tongue
You don’t know what you’ve done
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Summer Home
02:51
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SUMMER HOME
My summer home stands on its own
Nothing sinks in to my summer skin
I just don’t know how much more I can bend
The hinges are hopeless and rusted again
It just takes a light rain and water rushes in
You come inside throw windows wide
Open and then show me the night
The moon sits politely and sets back her fears
And waning so bright she is cold, but she’s clear
I hold on so tightly, but light still disappears
You are so strong It’s you I can build on
You patch these walls Fill them so I don’t fall
I’ll make a path of stone Only stone will last
My summer home stands on its own
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Signs of Life
03:42
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SIGNS OF LIFE
You’re the mother to many
You catch all the children who fall
You will give without getting
And carry the ones who can’t walk
And the seasons they press on
We know there is nothing to fear
When the fog clouds your reason
Encroaching on your frontier
Cold fronts keep you down and grounded
Do you know how much I love you?
The clock cries you plug in your box of light
I know how it gets when the sun won’t shine
But I’ll send the Spring ‘cross northern skies
I’ll wake you up when I see signs of life
Traits that run in a family
Learning to work their way out
Past the last generation
Dissolve when you let the rain
Pour down, pour down, pour down
The clock cries you plug in your box of light
I know how it gets when the sun won’t shine
But I’ll send the Spring ‘cross northern skies
I’ll wake you up when I see signs of life
It’s wick like wood, green inside
Time to seek, not to hide
You’ll make it over the great divide
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Bitches You Can Steal My Shit
I was visiting the zoo
Watching tigers, lions, and pumas
In their cages, behind bars
You were scoping out my car
Plotting out your pounce
You broke in and then you checked out
Bitches you can steal my shit
But I will get over it
You can’t have a piece of my soul
You can steal my credit cards
But it will not get you far
No, you can’t steal my rock and roll
Take a look at what you got
IDs, tampons, dental floss
Spare keys, loose change, all my cash
How the hell will I pay for gas?
And what kind of man
Puts his fist through a minivan
Bitches you can steal my shit
But I will get over it
You can’t have a piece of my soul
You can steal my credit cards
But it will not get you far
No, you can’t steal my rock and roll
And the tragic thing you tossed
My discontinued Max Factor lip gloss
Bitches you can steal my shit
But I will get over it
You can’t have a piece of my soul
You can steal my credit cards
But it will not get you far
No, you can’t steal my rock and roll
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The Crane Song
02:59
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The Crane Song
You exit the stage
Step down to meet me face to face
I enter the scene
Eighteen years and just one dream
Spotlights fade rewrite the script
With lines you said
Foreign words you spoke I tried to repeat
Lessons that you taught I could never teach
Time’s not wasted if we find our own song to sing
You follow behind
In quarter time march down the center aisle
Do you get tired
Of beats that pulse counting off
The flight of larks you train to sing
Now they disembark
Well paved roads are harder than I thought they might be
But you said you learn from opportunity
I’m not waiting on fortune to favour me
When I get where I want to go
In the back of my mind I know
There’s a seed inside you sowed
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Your Love Is My Drug
02:52
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Your Love Is My Drug
by Ke$ha
Maybe I need some rehab
Or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm looking down every alley
I'm making those desperate calls
I'm staying up all night, hoping, hitting my head against the wall
What you got boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind
Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
Won’t listen to any advice
Momma’s telling me I should think twice
But look to my own devices, I’m addicted it’s a crisis
My friends think I’ve gone crazy
My judgment’s getting kinda hazy
My steaze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick crack head
What you got boy, is hard to find
I think about it all the time
I’m all strung out my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind
Because your love your love your love is my drug
Your love your love your love
I don’t care what people say
The rush is worth the price I pay
I get so high when you’re with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
So I got a question
Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum
Is my love your drug?
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Overrated New Year
04:01
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Overrated New Year
Christmas coloured morning
red bags and silver tags and we’re all glad to be
Gathered in the same house
Sleeping when it’s cold outside
Here we are together
glass of red and breaking bread, overfed and feeding
The simple conversation
Relating with relations awhile
an overrated New Year, our promises put on trial
Oh come ye faithful, hopeful children
No one here is blameless, no one else can take this
guilt and burden turn it into
Kindness that compels us, someone else could us
how to trust
Searching for the switches
to ignite electrics; it wavers, it flickers
and with a flick you unstick the stubborn night
The darkness that still lingers
You fingers finger for the light
Oh come ye faithful, hopeful children
No one here is blameless, no one else can take this
guilt and burden turn it into
Kindness that compels us, someone else could us
how to trust
Stillness with the sunrise
All alone and still unknown your phone won’t be
Shattering the silence
It’s pricessless this perfect peace
And butter on your breakfast can’t replace the things you need
Oh come ye faithful, hopeful children
No one here is blameless, no one else can take this
guilt and burden turn it into
Kindness that compels us, someone else could us
how to trust
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Follow Suit
02:11
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Follow Suit
You’re an interesting man
Never taught to take the hand
That is held out to you
Palm face up, and
You can’t help but take control
‘Cause you buy and sell the souls
At a discount ‘cause it’s business baby
I can’t follow suit ‘cause I know what’s waiting there
A spot next to you in your Aeron swivel chair
When there’s not room in the life I take the stairs
I worked under you for years
Catching words and changing gears
I would shift the universe around you
But you saw it as your right
Riding first class private flights
While I sort out all your mundane details
I can’t follow suit ‘cause I know what’s waiting there
A spot next to you in your Aeron swivel chair
When there’s not room in the life I take the stairs
Maybe your mother never came
To your concerts and your games
While your father only loved the bottle
So you had to prove your worth
With bespoke Italian shirts
Made to measure never was an option
I can’t follow suit ‘cause I know what’s waiting there
A spot next to you in your Aeron swivel chair
When there’s not room in the life I take the stairs
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Fossil of Girl
03:22
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No one got what they wanted
Justice said “fill out the form with a pen”
And in six to eight weeks we will make a decision
You can try us again
So my bed is a bookmark buried beneath sheets of dry wall
And the doors are just holes in the pages
I’m guessing until they are gone
My radio’s broken
I’m hoping to fill up the silence with song
‘Cause my friendships they fade at a rate that’s so slow
I feel something is wrong
I won’t come to a full stop
If you want in then jump on
My marketing plan is a man
With my name he imports in your ear
And a flash on my face on the highway you drive
And you can’t help but stare
I’ll fuse my bones to plastic
I’ll trade my voice for static
When you close your eyes
I want you to remember
I’m a stone wall, a cast of bronze
An icon in your mind, I am a pylon, I’m sky high
I am a Cylon, Don’t rely on me
To save you
I won’t come to a full stop
If you want in then jump on
I’ll fuse my bones to plastic
I’ll trade my voice for static
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GOING UNDER
In a way you’re going under
In a way it’s all been done before
In a way you lost your thunder
In a way it’s a closing of a door
In a way you’re breaking even
In a way it’s barely making up
For the time you wasted drinking
From a cup it’s never full enough
And I don’t know what frames the pictures in your mind
or the walls that you hang behind
I hope that you will find
a way to paint outside the lines
You could say it’s what you live for
You could say it’s breathing at it’s best
In a way I can’t believe that
You would trade in all your thoughts for his
And I don’t know what frames the pictures in your mind
or the walls that you hang behind
I hope that you will find
a way to paint outside the lines
You already set yourself out to sea
You see who told all your secrets to me
And I don’t know what frames the pictures in your mind
or the walls that you hang behind
I hope that you will find
a way to paint outside the lines
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Sarah Donner Massachusetts
Sarah Donner is an indie folkpop star who has embraced her inner catlady. "The Motherf**cking Pterodactyl Song" which was co- written with The Oatmeal catapulted Sarah into weblebrity status with over two million views on YouTube. After stretching her legs with musical theatre, she picked up a guitar, abandoned her classical roots, and started rocking out (with fantastic breath support). ... more
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