Painting of a Painting Album

Artist(s): Rachael Sage

Cover Art

Rachael Sage Painting of a Painting Cover Art

Tracklist

Cyanide & Cinnamon

length: 3:25

Satellite

length: 3:57
I am old and I do not know the ways of you young women.
With your black clothes and your blue nails and your sarcasm.
What do I have to say to you to gain your full respect.
I am old, you've forgotten me but I'm useful yet.

Listen here, look around.
Read my eyes, see the solid ground.
You look lost girl, in your rising havn't you misplaced time.

I can see through, I can see true
I can see through loves crime.
I can see past what does not last,
I am your satellite.

You are cold and you do not share the ways of your rituals.
How to find love, what it's made of now that you're all equals.
What do I have to say to you to entertain your ears.
I am old, you've forgotten me but I'm rich in tears.

Listen here, look around.
Read my eyes, see the solid ground.
You look lost girl, in your rising havn't you misplaced time.

I can see through, I can see true
I can see through loves crime.
I can see past what does not last,
I am your satellite.

I am old and I do not know the keys to your happiness.
How to stay close when distance grows between east and west.
What do I have to offer you to cross this great divide.
I am old, you've forgotten me but I'm still inside.

Listen here, look around.
Read my eyes, see the solid ground.
You look lost girl, in your rising havn't you misplaced time.

I can see through, I can see true
I can see through loves crime.
I can see past what does not last,
I am your satellite.

I can see through, I can see true
I can see through loves crime.
I can see past what does not last,
I am your satellite.

Better From Mars

length: 4:21

Pictures They Took

length: 4:23

Among All of God's Creatures

length: 3:54

Painting of a Painting

length: 3:46

Seraphim Smile

length: 3:36

Undertow

length: 4:15
I have all my things around me
And this cluttler makes me choke
I’m the whipping-post for stillness
I’m the laughingstock of smoke
I have all my things around me
And this cluttler makes me high
I’m the last flight out to Vegas
I’m the laughingstock of sky

Why can’t I move, why can’t I sleep?
Could it be something somebody owes me?
There are no reasons to be so low
There is no reason in the undertow

My mother called me
Yesterday morning
She said “my angel,
You’ve got better things to do
Than sit inside your
Linoleum castle
Mourning the secrets
You only think you knew...

So why can’t you move, why can’t you sleep?
Could it be something
You wish you’d had the sense to keep?
There are no reasons to be so low
There is no reason in the undertow

I travel distances by sinking inside
But it’s not useful...
No it’s not clean like the tide
There are too many
Crumbling romances to write
Too many wars left to lose
So why can’t I choose?

I have all my things around me
And this cluttler makes me choke
I’m the whipping-post for stillness
I’m the laughingstock of smoke
I have all my things around me
And this cluttler makes me high
I’m the last flight out to Vegas
I’m the laughingstock of sky

There are no reasons to be so low
There is no reason in the undertow
There’s only treason in the undertow

Footsteps

length: 4:06

Apology

length: 4:40

Precious

length: 4:16

Grace

length: 4:12

I Guess

length: 5:12
I guess I have a soul if you think I do
I guess that I’ll believe if you want me to
I guess I’ll go along even if I’m not so sure
How to not be selfish anymore

I guess I’ll stay awake even if I’m sick and tired
I guess there’s more at stake now that I’m inspired
I guess I’m gonna love even if I’m not so sure
How to not be selfish anymore

Cause I tried to stay away from your skin as soft as clouds
I tried to keep away from your red, red roses
I tried to run away from your voice as sweet as cream
But I am only a human being

I guess I’ve got a heart ‘cause you seem to make it sing
I guess I’ve got opinions about everything
I guess I’m gonna share ‘em even if I’m not so sure
How to not be silent anymore

Cause I tried to stay away from your skin as soft as clouds
I tried to keep away from your red, red roses
I tried to run away from your voice as sweet as cream
But I am only a human being

I guess I’m gonna rise, baby, if you think I can
I’ll look into your eyes and we’ll make a plan
I guess I’ll be the one to pick you up off the floor
Just when you can’t stand it anymore
I guess I’m not so selfish...
I guess I’m not so silent...
Guess I'm not so… ‘cause I tried!

Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things are gonna get brighter, brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things are gonna get brighter, brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Na, na, na, na…

Open Door

length: 4:31