Το Busyhead είναι το ντεμπούτο στούντιο άλμπουμ του Noah Kahan, κυκλοφόρησε στις 14 Ιουνίου 2019.
Περιέχει 10 τραγούδια και διάρκεια περίπου 35 λεπτά. Θεματικά, το άλμπουμ εξερευνά συναισθηματικές καταστάσεις όπως άγχος, εσωστρέφεια, ανασφάλεια και αναζήτηση ταυτότητας — ο όρος “busy head” συμβολίζει τον «φορτωμένο νου».
Κάποια από τα γνωστά κομμάτια του είναι τα “False Confidence”, “Mess”, “Young Blood”, αλλά και το ομότιτλο “Busyhead”. Το άλμπουμ θεωρείται ως το πρώτο σημαντικό βήμα του Noah Kahan — δείχνει από νωρίς την ικανότητά του να μετατρέπει προσωπικά συναισθήματα σε μουσική που αγγίζει.
The Busyhead Project
Το The Busyhead Project είναι μη-κερδοσκοπικός οργανισμός για την ψυχική υγεία, που ξεκίνησε το 2023 από τον Noah Kahan. Πήρε το όνομά του από το άλμπουμ του Busyhead.
Ο σκοπός του είναι να βοηθήσει άτομα που υποφέρουν από ψυχικές ασθένειες και να διευκολύνει την πρόσβαση σε υποστήριξη για όσους χρειάζονται, ιδιαίτερα νέους ή ευάλωτες ομάδες.
Μέσα από τη μουσική του και τις περιοδείες του, ο Kahan χρησιμοποιεί την πλατφόρμα του για να φέρει στο προσκήνιο το θέμα· στο πλαίσιο αυτό, μέρος των εσόδων από συναυλίες, εισιτήρια κ.λπ. πηγαίνει στο Busyhead Project.
Ο οργανισμός συνεργάζεται με άλλους οργανισμούς ψυχικής υγείας, προσφέρει υποστήριξη σε καλλιτέχνες και crew σε περιοδείες (π.χ. διαλογισμό, ψυχολογική υποστήριξη), και οργανώνει εκδηλώσεις για την ευαισθητοποίηση και την πρόσβαση σε περίθαλψη.
~Mess~
If I could give this all back
I would be home in the morning
I’d wake up in a cold sweat
Take a flight back to the city I was born in
And I would wipe myself clean
Of what I knew was unimportant
I’d want typical things
I’d try to fit back into all my old clothing
And I would prove myself wrong
That all along, the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone
Happy, I’d be
I’ll move back home forever
I’ll feed the dogs
And I’ll put all my pieces back together
Where they belong, and I’ll say
“I’m a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess”
And I’ll take 89 to Boston
See my love
And I’ll help her set up her new apartment
And we’ll get drunk and she’ll say
“Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess”
“Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God”
So I paid off my debts but I found the world boring
So I called my old friends but they only ever ask me how tour is
And there’s still weight on my back, I just try to ignore it
I guess the stage was my mask
I forgot the way I looked before I wore it
And I would prove myself wrong
That all along, the problem was me
With all my bitterness gone
Happy, I’ll be
I’ll move back home forever
I’ll feed the dogs
And I’ll put all my pieces back together where they belong
And I’ll say, “I’m a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess”
And I’ll take 89 to Boston
See my love
And I’ll help her set up her new apartment
And we’ll get drunk and she’ll say
“Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess”
“Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess”
That’s not what I had hoped
Now I find comfort in the cold
I’ll move back home forever
I’ll feed the dogs
And I’ll put all my pieces back together where they belong
And I’ll say, “I’m a mess, I’m a mess, oh God, I’m a mess”
And I’ll take 89 to Boston
See my love
And I’ll help her set up her new apartment
And we’ll get drunk and she’ll say
“Shit, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God, you’re a mess”
“Oh, you’re a mess, you’re a mess, good God”
~Busyhead~
You’re weak on the surface
You speak when you’re nervous
And all the wrong words seem right in your head
You can’t stand the space in your bed
So you shake in the darkness
You break like an artist
And all your big plans are small the next day
You can’t wait to throw them away
You perseverate
And the truth might be a million miles away
Hide your secrets, disguise your weakness
And lose yourself inside your busyhead
Burn your bridges and leave no witnesses
All alone inside your busyhead
Your busyhead
You sleep in the moment, but dream like a poet
And all your good grace, like faded tattoos
You spend your days in wait for bad news
So you perseverate
And the truth might be a million miles away
Hide your secrets, disguise your weakness
And lose yourself inside your busyhead
Burn your bridges and leave no witnesses
All alone inside your busyhead
Going nowhere
Fast enough to tell a lie
Give yourself an alibi
You’ve been gone lately
Stand upon your peace of mind
You’re bound to fall if you take your time
‘Cause we’re all waiting
And you can stare below into the abyss
Find a home on the edge of it
And be defined by its presence
By its size and its message
You can move along through the dark
And when you wonder where you are
You’ll be proud of your weakness
So, busyhead, just keep breathing, oh
Oh, busyhead, just keep breathing
Oh, busyhead, just
Hide your secrets, disguise your weakness
And lose yourself inside your busyhead
Burn your bridges and leave no witnesses
All alone inside your busyhead
You’re all alone inside your busyhead
You’re all alone inside your busyhead
Your busyhead
~Save Me~
I’m so passive, too sarcastic
Shut you out just out of habit
I don’t know
So I spent five months out here treading water
Now I wonder why you bothered
I don’t know
Let me go
Why do you keep reaching for my hand?
Do you see something I can’t?
Why do you try to save me?
This fate is well deserved
I only make things worse
Why do you try to save me?
Have I served my sentence? Learned my lesson?
Healed those wounds from my indiscretions?
I don’t know
Am I still so selfish, exile ended?
What do you see in my misdirections?
I don’t know
Let me go
Why do you keep reaching for my hand?
Do you see something I can’t?
Why do you try to save me?
This fate is well deserved
I only make things worse
Why do you try to save me?
And sometimes, I pray
That maybe I will change
Into who you think I am
Why do you keep reaching for my hand?
Do you see something I can’t?
Why do you try to save me?
This fate is well deserved
I only make things worse
Why do you try to save me?
Why do you try to save me?