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silence, part 9
02:38
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my life in transit --- i wanna wake up and reach for you
my heart landed on the ground the floor gave out, there was no cloud.
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there's silence hidden in the basement and on the pavement early in the morning when the gleam prevents me from seeing anything.
there's silence hidden in the stairway and probably somewhere in the trees, but it's so few and far between that when i hear it my ears fill it with ringing
fill me with ringing! let it be! let it be!
and i will be your baby! let it be!
maybe you could catch my breath or learn to swallow my old skin or sit around while i paint myself golden
let it be, let it be.
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eden covered in snow
01:46
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and i'll lay out my palms, you'll read the lines like they're psalms, but don't let me be your god, and you'll throw on your clothes, hurriedly decompose and climb out any window,
and now you know that eden's still cold when it's covered in snow.
it's blue and it's white, all lit up by the light of tonight's full moon, but now the pavement is warm as rain leaks from its pores i feel jupiter's eyes on my neck.
the weather's been treating me fine i guess, but i want to be cold again.
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evil eye (tiger's eye)
01:40
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who owns my body && why should it be me?
who owns my body? let it be.
remember, o, what's around your neck.
remember where you were going to send it.
a body's a lot and a body's too much for me.
a body's a lot and a body's too much for me.
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zip gun
02:25
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in between bodies
in between place
brand new callus on my nose from where my glasses broke
brand new dirt smeared on my face; brand new identity to hate
the hair, it goes away then makes me watch it grow back on my face, my arms, my legs
even if i was born correctly, would i hate myself the same?
in between bodies
in between worlds
brand new nail polish on
brand new bodies all around me to depend on
i can’t exist alone
i’ll never make myself at home
i use the people around me to carry my compulsions
i am a very dependent non-person
in between bodies
in between selves
orion, the seven sisters, and the nypd
are the only ones who can stop me, or anyone like me
i still think that you are the only person i can exist with
but if you squint hard enough, everyone’s all the same
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