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architecture
03:23
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one thousand one more perfect cubes grow to the size of a container. neutral woods and dry wells and re-houses. i open my plans to watch the slowest waterfalls in reverse. cut down my rosebuds for your motherlode. your expansion packs glass gardens, maxes hard earns and sky dynasties. cloud-beds obscure a steel-grid grated community on plumes of subway exhausted. concrete mycelia will even the score when reading gray skies make statues of us. it's imaginary places tomorrow.
following the staying the
complicated explanation why you deserve nothing
move in, move out, move on
ain't it time you disappear?
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you coalesce in the mist of my humidifier
in my feverish half-sleep
that hollow visage descends upon me, pale and faceless
but i recognize, soulless
sacred ties to ruined spaces
retributive fingers laced in
sinew, tendon, nerve ends breaking
new rituals that mean goodbye
catch a spirit, i won't hear it
wind up a spiderweb of string
light a fire, hold me near it
i'm ducking mirrors and withholding my name
little charms gripping at my neck
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convenience store
03:09
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abstraction is a spineless defense
for when i can’t resolve how it’s all
insipid, so predictable and
at the same time nothing makes sense
everything is so normal now
would you walk with me to a convenience store
everything is so normal now
would you walk with me to
some memory of an autumn night
my mom can pick us up at five
and make our own rosy infinities
to shake and watch ourselves forget how
everything is so normal now
would you walk with me to a convenience store
everything is so normal now
would you walk with me
i just wanna spend some time with you
there is warm blood pooling in the gutters in the streets outside
i just wanna spend some time with you
i am losing my mind losing touch losing battle with an open door
i just wanna spend some time with you
every promise i've made i’ve shattered but this promise that i make to you right now is gonna carry me through you can take me anywhere if you call it home
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dog
02:16
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oh, morning
cold wet white morning
colder than before
patience can be learned by force
by forgetting how to leave
and everyone wants to be carried
please, please
the ground can eat the skeletons of old cars and red barns
and i miss you so so much
oh well
i suppose
i won't be anyone different
tomorrow
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dig my fingers into your carpet
until they touch the bottom
smells like our spilt ice cream
melting on the table
lips still sticky and jaw aches
am i doing this right?
i don’t feel your eyes on me
we buy gold and silver
hold your hands and sing
hole inside the cloud cover
we do anything
fucking frigid walk out
waiting for the car
little rocks rattle in my brain
dirt that won’t wash out
i don’t feel right
we buy gold and silver
hold your hands and sing
hole inside the cloud cover
we do anything
pebbles in the snowbank
february winks
if i’ll never please you
am i anything?
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the fallen sky
03:54
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drape myself in velvet
drag myself along the floor and down the hall and hail a cab and stand along the wall
have i got to hell yet?
or did charon lead me somewhere else, a brand new final culmination of the fall
my smile is bursting at the seams
coaxing you to scream cause i’m not all there at all
wireframe of copper
wrapped up tight in straw and hay, alive in quotes today
we’re bringing the sky down to kiss us on the lips
what have we to celebrate
doesn’t everyone like a little distraction
from crumbling spires and empty plates
no recourse for time
ive lost to the wilderness
idly whiled away
with nothing to show for it
one more year has passed me by
so why smile
you can choke on your paper horns
and your cocktails and crutide
this joy is an act of indifference
contempt for the persistent arc of the sun
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take a walk out in the flowers
show me what you see
even in the biting december air
i try to keep myself still smiling
you tell me that i don’t seem sick
maybe you’re right
maybe its just one of those days where i’m feeling light
heal thyself
move like i know you can
heal thyself
no one else will do it for you
it’s the tiniest sign
in the corner of the sky
that you’re fine, oh fine
from the barred window of my room
i see fields of wheat
quiet conversation and occasional screams
floating on the air down the hall to me
but i feel no fear, we all suffer in our own ways
maybe i feel safer with someone who knows the taste
heal thyself
move like i know you can
heal thyself
no one else will do it for you
it’s the tiniest sign
in the corner of the sky
that you’re fine, oh fine
heal thyself
move like i know you can
heal thyself
no one else will do it for you
it’s the tiniest sign
in the corner of the sky
that you’re fine, oh fine
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hands
04:32
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queen of the mall walks away scot-free again
with a new miniskirt doesn't quite fit her crocodile tail
and they all crowd around to see someone else’s bruise
replicated on her arm in pen
with a wet-eyed stare that can sell she believes it’s real
youve got your fuckin hands in everything
nobody steps to you cause
youve got your fuckin hands in everything
everybody too
stem the pits in your stomach and the tremble of your hands
cause i know just how much you wouldn’t want to let me down
hands in my hands but you won’t look in my eyes
and i hear you hesitate like you’d wait to become my prize
its a real true love i swear
it just takes a couple bites, a couple months and you’re there
and my new tongue sticks to your teeth as i read your lines
youve got your fuckin hands in everything
nobody steps to you cause
youve got your fuckin hands in everything
everybody too
i can’t ask for my canvas back until you stop promising to work on the only one that will never say stop
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