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Garden

I’ll cry in the corner of your garden

AND IF I want to darlin’ I will

nobody can tell me which rock I can lay

my thoughts about…

CHORUS

It’s covered in blood, my baby

in which I thought, perhaps maybe

but I know that you can’t save me

you’re too clean to cleanse/me

(x2)

April showers drown me out of my puddle

and if I have to breathe I’ll surely have to wait

the sun can save me sooo many times

THAT I CAN’T KEEP MY KNEES FROM

telling lies of an empty slate

CHORUS (x2)

I CAN’T SEE YOU IN THE CORNER (x2)

I know! You won’t be comin’ around here anymore!!

(I know)

Bedroom Dweller

03:12

I could’ve sworn

that I was warned

but my visions aren’t what they used to be

the world is lit

apocalypse

and the fall out is dripping into me

I’m glowing, from here on out

it’s not a trick but, it’s a spiritual drought

I know that God she, likes to doubt

but I keep my palms close

cause you’re a bedroom dweller

phony fortune teller

tell me am I gonna be alright?

are you gonna miss me,

or is it just a mystery?

magic 8 balls in the moon light

I feel a turn

a quarter burned

yet I’m still laughing at the look on your face

my eyes are red

stuck in my head

but who else is gonna take my place?

I’m glowing, from here on out

it’s not a trick but, it’s a spiritual drought

I know that God she, likes to doubt

but I keep my palms close

cause you’re a bedroom dweller

phony fortune teller

tell me am I gonna be alright?

are you gonna miss me,

or is it just a mystery?

magic 8 balls in the moon light

An American Life

03:06

my heart is torn in three

my heart will never be free

your laugh is no longer mine

your scent of cedar and pine

and when I’m down

6 feet under ground

you’ll know that I’ll be around

you’ll know that I’ll be around

(just me) noodles and packets of salt

soda pop and a bag full of lust

bright lights falsified highs

high ways an American life

and when I’m down

6 feet under ground

you’ll know that I’ll be around

you’ll know that I’ll be around

Bloody Winter

04:01

the corners of my lips are splitting in two

maybe they’re just eager to be with you

perhaps I haven’t drank all of the melted snow

that’s running to where our bodies flow

paw prints next to pine cones in the street

car parts strewn in pieces on the sleet

you’ve got drinks and joints back at your mother’s house

well, I’ve got teeth and blood stuck to my blouse

CHORUS

I’ve been talking too much

are they not hearing not enough?

am I still shaking in my bed?

am I still living in your head?

making rounds on side streets wearing all black

I love you even if you don’t love me right back

things get kind of fuzzy when you get in too deep

well, I don’t mean to make you fall asleep

CHORUS

I’ve been talking too much

are they not hearing not enough?

am I still shaking in my bed?

am I still living in your head?

Little Hell

03:31

tied again

hands behind my back

winter’s grin

laughing maniacally

at plans

that never seem to stick they always slip

I look at you

you’re doing so well and

they look so carefree

I’ll get there eventually

I snap

at the inklings of a bear claw trap

where do I go

when I don’t even know the cities on the map

time is just

an open door and I’ve been

holding off

swinging the keys with a smile

it keeps us in check for a while

CHORUS

these ghosts are so frustrated because I have legs

that could take me so far away

and even if I didn’t have legs

I still have a brain

that still let’s me feel pain

wrapped up again

in red, white and blue

where are my friends

I bet you they’re at the bar again

I’d rather stay away from them

I wish them well

but I think there’s a life beyond our little hell

CHORUS

these ghosts are so frustrated because I have legs

that could take me so far away

and even if I don’t have legs

I still have a brain

that still let’s me feel pain

Older

04:05

children aren’t you growing like a dandelion

hopped up on your

red dye 40, we’re so high

maybe if I think a little longer I can

put my fingers on the moment I said goodbye

can’t you feel the earth spin round

can’t you feel me let you down

I can see the truth from here

oh I can see it but it’s not very clear

CHORUS

the storm is on my shoulders

my breath is getting colder

don’t let my body break

don’t let me get older

my mind is a pigment in the paint

my dreams are fossilized

like a portrait of a saint

and ashes like to rub into my skin

the way he likes to talk he seems to walk right in

can’t you feel the earth spin round

can’t you feel me let you down

I can see the truth from here

oh I can see it but it’s not very clear

CHORUS

the storm is on my shoulders

my breath is getting colder

don’t let my body break

don’t let me get older

Honey

02:59

I can only walk, down the dirt road

that you laid out for me

I can only get lost, in the trees

that my mother made for free

the path turns a corner

of something I don’t want to see

count the craters on my back

they’ll tell you a campfire story

like

“once, there was a girl who thought the world was in her head

she’d wake up from a night of sleep, thinking she was dead

but the world that she called her own, she could only dream

she asked to be the princess, but she was meant to be king

CHORUS

I don’t want to scare you anymore

I know that I sound funny

my hands are tough, they protect me

I just want to drink your honey

parking lots and bare bone bridges

that we’d drive your car out on

as the ground would shake, so violently

as we would yell our song

oh I don’t want to think that

this night could turn into a memory

count the craters on my back

they’ll tell you a campfire story

like

“once, there was a boy who thought the world was way out west

and he felt the burden of his life banging on his chest

and no matter what the townsfolk said, he had this dream

well, that he’d be so far from home that no one could hear him scream

CHORUS

I don’t want to scare you anymore

I know that I sound funny

my hands are tough and they protect me

and I just want to drink your honey

Rip

03:05

I could hear them pick

at all their scabs

the healing wounds

they never had

the voices that

I’d like to hear one day they like

to keep me close

into the stars

I wandered far

into the dark

into the rip

it tears me apart

I wandered far

into the dark

into the rip

I know, I don’t have much

a metal frame

a sheltered life

minimal touch

my fingers twitch

they want to scratch

the glowing itch

I wandered far

into the dark

into the rip

it tears me apart

I wandered far

into the dark

into the rip

I wandered far

into the dark

into the rip

The Ritual

04:59

I felt the earth
throw me down like a wrestler
he moves like a dancer

and I felt his chair
metal straight to my head
I was presumed dead

but I stood up straight
cracked all of my bones
sat up right on my throne

and I looked around
you were bowing down
you were bowing down

CHORUS
oh, you could come around
out in the dark
dance around the flames
take a bite of my heart

and we spin around
our face to our backs
seeing daggers in their eyes
spirits out like fireflies

I’m mummified
wrap me up in your arms
it works like a charm

the body once was warm
now it’s all but the ashes
of hymns and passages

I stood up straight
cracked all of my bones
sat up right on my throne

and I looked around
you were bowing down
you were bowing down

oh, you could come around
out in the dark
dance around the flames
take a bite of my heart

and we spin around
our face to our backs
seeing daggers in their eyes
spirits out like fireflies

you were bowing down (x6)

you were bowing ~down (x6)

oh, you could come around
out in the dark
dance around the flames
take a bite of my heart

and we spin around
our face to our backs
seeing daggers in their eyes
spirits out like fireflies

Chemtrails

03:34

I don’t believe in rising suns or those
clouds they’re calling trails
I count the days after New Year’s
so I know what it’s like to fail

hold your feelings full of guilt
and let your family know you’re fine
let me days begin to fade and my
brain starts to, unwind…

I know that you’re lonely
I know that I could make you feel more understood
you’re draining me slowly
don’t burn your tongue on the blood
it’s boiling

I know that you’re lonely
I know that I could make you feel more understood
you’re draining me slowly
don’t burn your tongue on the blood
it’s boiling

I’ve got your place right on the floor
where the smoke begins to build
I made up secret codes and dead end roads
so that you would stay still

hold your feelings full of guilt
and let your family know you’re fine
let me days begin to fade and my
brain starts to, unwind…

I know that you’re lonely
I know that I could make you feel more understood
you’re draining me slowly
don’t burn your tongue on the blood
it’s boiling

I know that you’re lonely
I know that I could make you feel more understood
you’re draining me slowly
don’t burn your tongue on the blood
it’s boiling

ABOUT SHUNKAN

Shunkan is a Los Angeles based rock band steeped in the young traditions of left of the dial underground. Shunkan (shoon-kahn) translates from Japanese to “in a moment”. Frontwoman Marina Sakimoto confronts her duality not only as as a half-Japanese artist, but in the emotional balance of yin and yang. Warm dueling guitars akin to the jangly riffs of Pavement and earnest second-wave emo marry Sakimoto’s voice, ranging from heartbreaking coos to animalistic howls. Whether transitioning between pedal-gazing deemed as “mastering the Kevin Shields shoegaze staple like nobody else” (DIY Mag) or raw confrontation in a stripped-down setting, Shunkan accomplishes the feat of maintaining real individuality while remaining cohesive throughout.

Shunkan’s first EP Honey, Milk and Blood and debut album The Pink Noise were covered and highly reviewed by media publications The Guardian, NME, Noisey, Spin, Stereogum, BrooklynVegan, and others alike. NZ Musician Magazine selected Shunkan for the 2015 fall issue cover. In 2019, The National Library of New Zealand officially archived The Pink Noise, which was recorded and funded by the New Zealand government program NZ On Air. Her latest self-released sophomore album, Cumberland Falls, was placed on NPR’s Staff Picks of 2019.

Current status: AcceptedCurrent status: Denied

2022 © Shunkan | Marina Sakimoto | all rights reserved.

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