Heirloom Filmography

• The Colleen Bawn
  2012, role: composer

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Heirloom - Bjork
• Heirloom - Clutch
• Heirloom - Sufjan Stevens
• Heirloom - Black Atlantic
• Heirloom - Memoryhouse
• Heirloom - My Dad Is Dead

I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me
And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above my bed
While I'm asleep
My mother and son pour into me
Warm glowing oil
Into my wide open throat
I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I feel a hoarseness
I swallow warm glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me, oh
They make me feel so much better
They make me feel better
We have a recurrent dream
Everytime we loose our voices
We dream swallow little lights
Our mother and son bake for us
During the night
They do a little trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above our heads
While we're asleep
My mother and son pour into us
Pour into us
Warm glowing oil
Into our wide open throats
I have a recurrent dream
They make me feel better

Rise now, my son
Rise now, my son
You were suffering from a horrible dream
So mend your ways before they tear you by the seams
You're not the first and not the last
So take this relic of the beloved past
So take it now, it's yours, pass it on, preserve
This undeniable heritage of yours
So take this heirloom, so take this heirloom
So take the heirloom, so take the heirloom
But I don't want it
And I don't need it
So you can keep it
So you can keep it
But I don't want it
And I don't need it
So you can keep it
So you can keep it
I don't want it, I don't need it
Take your heirloom to hell
I don't want it, I don't need it
Take your heirloom to hell
I will not fulfill your prophecy
Because this heirloom, it burns like a scar
The call denies the branding iron at last
The call denies the branding iron at last
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it

when your heirloom's wilted brown
when the devils pushing down
when your morning has a sound
and you hesitate to laugh
how quickly will your joy pass?
how quickly will your joy pass?
and when you walk inside i feel the door
i'll never let it push your arms no more
and when your legs give out just lie right down
and i will kiss you till your breath is found
and when you walk inside i feel the door
i'll never let it push your arms no more
so do you think i came to fight?
and do i always think i'm right?
oh no, i never meant to be, opposed to anyone this time!
oh no, i only meant to be, a friend to everyone this time!
and when you walk inside i feel the door
i'll never let it push your arms no more
and when your legs give out just lie right down
and i will kiss you till your breath is found
and when you walk inside i feel the door

Heirloom to an old sun
Now, you are in the light
Trees owned for so long
In this tide that explodes on your retina
Can you still look upwards?
Into this vacant sky

Between the states where years collide
We can just lie still
Waiting for the date to spend
And watch the light slowly arrive
Passed against my eyes
Crossing through your arms
While we...
Lie on the ground before the lightning strikes
Just don't drown in the flood
Just don't drown in the flood
Just don't drown in the flood
Doing a phrase between our names
A pack to carry on
Against this all those
When we were sleeping through the year
The things are seemed far off
The torned skies come down
Slowly...
Lie on the ground before the lightning strikes
Just don't drown in the flood
Just don't drown in the flood

I tore myself apart, and picked up all the pieces,
and from them fashioned a heart.
I turned the world all upside down, and shook out all
the jewels,
and from them fashioned a crown.
I saw them both in magazines
atop a golden mountain.
I ripped myself in shreds, and gathered up the papers,
and from them fashioned a head.
It sits in my appartment, a trophy on the mantle.
Please don't take it down.
I sold myself in England once,
went back and bought a new one.
I tore myself apart, and picked up all the pieces,
and from them fashioned a heart.
I turned the world all upside down, and shook out all
the jewels,
and from them fashioned a crown.
I saw them both in magazines
atop a golden mountain.
It takes 5 years to make it,
almost 5 minutes to break it.
Well, if destiny is callin,
then I most certainly am stallin'.
Take a slice of life and shake it,
put it on a rack and bake it.
Take it out in half an hour,
that's what's left of all your power.
But what does it matter?
In this sea of chatter,
our hope is battered,
our words are scattered,