1. |
Mel in the Bath
02:54
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she had gone off to voice displeasure at the pigpen full of bombs they are planning to construct
been a few days since we had talked; laid out depressive at my mom's worried i would interrupt
and the grim thought won't leave my head of mel inside the bath
weight of the world causing her pain
and i'm flooded with a feeling i am not sure has a name
don't think i'll ever feel the same
the blood goes rushing to my head
ever i marvel how someone who looms so large could seem so small within a void grown ever greater
and then i wonder if its all too soon that void consumes us all? i guess that i will find out later
consolation to have reveled in her laugh
it still echoes in my brain
and restrains me when i'm shivering with wrath,
insignificant, insane
thought won't leave my head....
...feeling will linger 'til i'm dead
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2. |
Roach Coach Plays Piano
04:18
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pulsing ominous sound slinking towards me from the speaker
bone rolls or a wheel spins to determine our course
last time you had come to town was the strangest relief to see you
and when far you're still my stolen media source
the stream's hard to see
but for you i would try
long past was the last time i could stop myself staring
never really thought through what the staring had meant
soft you play through phone i'm caught in a car-crash of feelings
owed to way that i am feelings do not relent
i can't let things be
but for you i would try
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3. |
Cuts
02:31
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locked in with a killer in the garden
all knives and white mask
i run the vine-lined halls with him pursuing me behind
hall becomes a tunnel full of tourists
i am screaming bloody murder
pointing right at him but no one seems to mind
how strange to find that no one seems to mind
one seems to mind
mind my gaze
i find my mind now in a haze
i heard in some years it all burns down
they turn it to a bike path straight to downtown
then learn it's on a native burial mound
uproar then three weeks later not a sound
i don't know more i can't know more
but now i've reached dead end and he will find me
and he'll cut me into lace so very fine
that he will scatter about the brush
and i turn and see he is approaching
and i find it hard to move but kick his head
and it comes off and it is plush
body is crushed his severed head is plush
body is crushed
crushed into dust
i find my mind is hard to trust
i find my cuts covered in rust
i find the knife still poised to thrust
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4. |
Not Haunted
03:52
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sign in my bedroom delights you so
bring up a daytrip; you say you'll go
and that your song should be odd and low
i wonder how things will turn out and what i'm after
i don't even know
we watch a set
you talk to someone and say "we've met"
can't tell if you are the safest bet
but i'm in a gambling mood
if i should lose this
i won't let a specter remain
don't think that i need to explain
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5. |
Ceiling was Night Sky
03:17
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i stood stock still within the shadow
your tour-group passed; you caught my eye
you walked beneath a giant stone slab
that towered impossibly high
footsteps rang out atop the marble
kept looking at you on the sly
i ducked behind a velvet curtain
that hung straight down from the night sky
why oh why does it still remain?
i think back on last time i saw you-
red light and you pulled up beside
i moved my sunshade up to block you
when asked why i think that i lied
and it still seems hard to unpack now
i'd rather keep it all inside;
move on from that unspoken fracture
and all the frailty it implied
why oh why am i still the same?
am i still the same?
no i think i have left it behind
i hope you've responded in kind
some nights i still peek from the curtain
and you look back, i don't know why
slab still bears unreadable writing
above the ceiling's still night sky
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6. |
The Factory
05:08
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i saw my factory: infernal-est machine,
all screaming smokestacks from yellow submarine
it's more than i can take;
the foreman now awake;
morning bell laments;
this all was a mistake!
it is never-ending
i saw my workforce all picketing outside
my profit margins grow impossibly wide
it's more than i can stand;
low supply, high demand;
one man lost a shift,
another lost a hand!
more than i can bear;
wish i were not aware
it is what ensures
each part of me is there!
it is never-ending
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7. |
Complex is Born
03:34
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see your band play
talk til late at night
smoke out on my porch or in your car
meet you halfway
bum a ride back
listen when you say you don't know who you are
but what's there to know?
do you bleed? is it hard to sleep?
how often is it that you get too stoned?
are you calm? does it seem that deep?
would the worst thing be to end up all alone?
i used to think it so but they're all gone and gone again
life felt short but its gone on and it's gone on and it's gone on and on
and in a year or so i will have found another friend, but
why do i go there?
seems so forlorn;
it gets all-consuming
and after that
complex is born
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8. |
T.V.
06:19
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i don't say a word to the phantom to my right
find a place to hide enveloped by the light
pouring from my salvaged t.v. toward me
fight the urge to bite like starving dog with mange
try to play the fool but some things do not change
as i look on
in sync: one blooms, the other one rots
i can't pretend
that it's ever all that far from my thoughts
hold my breath as i dive into the t.v.
t.v. dives into me
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9. |
Pavlova
03:16
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for you pandemic birthday i baked you a pavlova
atop two other cakes; it didn't turn out right.
i probably overdid it but i thought the world would end
and i wanted to convince you there was some tiny rip
in the fabric of you life my love could mend
i've come to the conclusion i wasn't ever someone
with whom you could belong or even just be fond of.
i hid it from us both for years; it fucked me to my core.
i don't think i can overstate the sheer relief
that i don't feel like that no more
or the tandem grief when i look back on it before;
i count the things i still defend or
things i regret
and it hurts to remember;
hurts more to forget
and since you left my life i don't laugh quite how i used to;
the view seems more washed out, the passerby friendly,
the music doesn't sound as good, the magic is now gone.
it's been a year, i still fight tears when i recall the tybee ocean
or just times you would walk up my mom's front lawn
i think this is the last song i'll ever write about you;
i've said all i can say and i can no longer bear it.
i'll love you for forever, a peculiar kind of hell
but i wish you minimal misgivings when you
think of the life we shared for a spell.
i'm sorry that i could not make pavlova well
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