1. |
Isla Vista
03:48
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You've got a dirty fountain.
You left it running on its own.
Now water's all around me.
I can't remember how to float.
And then, when you find me choking.
I know.
You spent all evening shouting.
I heard you through the attic floor.
I tried to come and see you.
But then I couldn't find the door.
And then, when your body's broken.
I know.
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2. |
+Man -Man
02:50
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There was a man.
And then there was no man.
But I really liked him.
All the time.
He was right here.
And now he's nowhere.
But I really liked him.
All the time.
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3. |
Breather
02:54
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Put your name on my pillowcase.
Sew your shame onto the bottom of my mattress.
See, I'm just a philistine.
Purity keeps going in and out of fashion.
Tell me you saw god in your dreams.
Tell me you've got time up your sleeve.
I want you to breathe for me.
Rest your head on my willingness.
Lay beside all my misguided deprecation.
See I'm just casualty.
And I'm waiting for my formal invitation.
Tell me you saw god in your dreams.
Tell me you've got time up your sleeve.
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4. |
Cups
04:54
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Cups of brown water,
where the paint brushes bathed,
left to marry the air,
half what they were a dust in their hair.
You're leading the life of the leaves and you barely turned green and you fell from the trees. Soon you'll be part of the ground. Beat into dirt by the heels of the hound.
Piles of notebooks,
tossed soggy on shelves,
rain through the window
left them all soaked.
You're leading the life of the leaves and you barely turned green and you fell from the trees. Soon you'll be part of the ground. Beat into dirt by the heels of the hound.
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5. |
Dirty Spring
03:17
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Lift me like a dirty spring.
You've got a lot for me.
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6. |
Shandy
06:07
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Shedding and bed-ready.
Lay still, awake.
The light will not strike tonight.
Hiding from bright shiny rays will delay sight of your skin awhile.
Holding the lamp up scatters our shadows as Shandy and Lavender stop through your gallery and out through your avenue.
Please. May your feet beat the concrete away.
Heavy like leather bags.
Pregnant weight.
Ladles of rain to blame.
Hiding from bright shiny rays will delay sight of your skin awhile.
Holding the lamp up scatters our shadows as Shandy and Lavender stop through your gallery and out through your avenue.
Please. May your feet beat the concrete away.
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7. |
Stranger
03:11
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Sing silently into my bottomless pit, sweet savior.
You passed this trail long before.
Stand atop the hill, sweet stranger.
I hope I make it where you are.
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8. |
Poor White Chic
01:50
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Saw you at the garden party.
Your friend was wearing overalls.
Her boyfriend had a fancy beard.
You were drinking out of mason jars.
You know, I don't care about you anymore.
Vintage razor and a mustache comb.
Poor white chic vacation home.
Tom Joad on a smart phone.
Tom Joad on a smart phone.
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