Warming House Confessionals - EP

by Berg

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released March 31, 2014

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Berg - 21 Singer-Songwriter/Producer/Poet
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Track Name: Phantom Palace
My phantom palace
You won’t imagine
It till you get there
Until you try
My phantom palace
You can’t imagine
It till you get there
And see it with your own eyes
The type of gold money can’t buy

You don’t need to see it
To know that it’s important
Don’t say it’s unimportant to me
Name your explanations
What you will but in end
The results, results are always magic

You must go knocking
Where there is nothing
That which of beauty
Is camouflaged
You must go knocking
Carry a hammer
Until the unseen
Looks like a nail, and you
See it with your own eyes
The type of life money can’t buy
Track Name: Underneath The Snow
The pain of thought
and strenuousness of silence
are why drugs are my escape
Cause these voices are so loud,
when no one is around
I make myself my casualty

It’s in the isolation that I freeze myself
Behind a door a mile wide
I’m addicted to evasion,
In the fall of tribulation,
Until the spring melts the ice

But if you’re willing to find

What’s really going on below
Buried underneath the snow
Please be my guest to thaw
All of my resistance
There’s a lot going on below
Buried underneath the snow
Please be my guest to thaw
all of my resistance please

Between where guilt meets shame
are things I can not change
whether it’s possible or not
Cause at night when I grow lonely,
virtual women destroy me, and I
shut the screen feeling worthless

But the ice is breaking,
honesty is shaking
every barricade between
I’ll use my wounds as windows
for someone to peer through
And see there reflection in me

So I’m done trying to hide
What’s really going on below
Buried underneath the snow
Please be my guest to thaw
All of my resistance
There’s a lot going on below
Buried underneath the snow
Please be my guest to thaw
all of my resistance please
Track Name: Walls I Build
It's been a real long time
Since I let someone look me in my eye
Long enough to see through
All of the walls I build

There is no one to blame
I hurt myself when I medicate
But you speak that sweet sweet sound
Yeah you speak that sweet sweet sound

Yeah I said you make that sweet sweet sound
just like the sweet one that bended my crown
the heart break she put me through
Has kept me from letting loose

And I see the way you stare,
and out of fear I pretend I don't care
and I would hate most to see
losing someone I believe

All of the walls I build
They keep me standing still
All the walls I build
Track Name: Looking For My Old Life (Interlude)
I was gone for too long
and the world kept turning
on my way back home
the bridge had been burning

There isn't much left for me
I think I'm set out to see

I'd rather be a tourist somewhere else
Somewhere I've never been
Than walk around town a lonely ghost
Searching for my old friends
I never really loved it here that much
and I don't know why
I'm looking for my old life
Track Name: Fistful of Fire
I used to be a fistful of fire
Stand up for the ants below
I used to feel like a brave knight
But today, I’m just a coward

I used to read the bible
Memorize the words God said
Now, I’m not so sure he hears me
I don’t even know who I am,

I don’t even know who I am
Know who I am, even know who I am
Anymore,

Since my the first time my heart was broken
I have never felt the same
The only type of love that I’ve tasted
Was some sort of a twisted game

I believe one day I’ll make it
To the X that I’ve marked on my map
And most days, I just have to fake it
Remind myself how lucky I am

I don’t even know who I am
Know who I am, even know who I am
Anymore,
Track Name: On The Rooftop Drinking Vodka
Am I praying loud enough, Lord, can you hear me?
I’ve spent forever with the moon tonight
On the rooftop drinking some vodka
And I’m wondering why?

I’m tangled in questions where answers lack certainty
Are we all just wandering in this maze below?
It isn’t money, fame, or power I’m pursuing
I’m just looking for some purpose

And if it’s out there won’t you let me find it?
And if it’s just right under my nose, open my eyes!
Because I’m just up on the rooftop drinking vodka
And I’m wondering why

Could you spare me a clue? I’m confused about everything
Who I am, why I’m here, and where to go?
Will I ever improve or just prove what my old heckler said
That I’ll never be much more to my eyes

And if it’s out there won’t you let me find it?
And if it’s right under my nose, open my eyes!
Because I’m just up on the rooftop drinking vodka
And I’m wondering why
Track Name: With A Girl Like You
And I’ve heard that if you wait,
It shall come
And that’s what I’ve been trying to do
These 3 years long
And it all just reminds me that I’ve been here before
With a girl like you

And I’ve seen many angels before
That came right up to me
And knocked right on my door
And it all just reminds me that I’ve been here before
With a girl like you

And we both got a little drunk last Monday night
And what are we supposed to do when there’s nothing right
And it all just reminds me that you’re still here tonight
And I don’t got much too lose if I lost this fight
So it all just reminds me that I’ve been here before
With a beautiful angel knocking on my door
And it all just reminds me that I’ve been here before
With a girl like you
Track Name: Willow Needs
They say I’m wrong, and I know
That something's inside of my head and my skull
That there’s nobody who really needs to know
And anything I do doesn’t really mean a thing at all
But I’m gonna do it well
But I’m gonna, but I’m gonna do it well
I’m gonna do it well

And I’ve heard that there’s a lot that is below
And there’s something that’s still hidden in it’s shell
And that’s the same type of shit I’d like to tell
Something you can see, but never near to get the smell
Of what’s really going on in the roots

The roots that make this tree
That stands so alone in his willow needs