Those seven months I spent rolling around on the floor
Just like a crippled bird I had my back to the door
Still I turned my nose up at the water and bread
Despite my greater love I was protected and fed
But I am here, I am here, in the center of myself
And do you still think about me?
Yes, I am here waging battle with this version of myself
I right my wrongs, and think how things used to be, yes I do
Some kind of violent spring I have to cover my eyes
Water chokes on land, spitting up on the sky
Rain down in paragraph form
Too late and I don’t know why
I put my legacy first, oh what a reason to die
All the hours past, the body pressed to the wall
Hear you breathe in, breathe out, sometimes nothing at all
Can you still hear me now?
There’s no labor too small, to
Labor under you, it’s just response to a call
A celebration coming up, I see the rising of dawn
Oh, the sun in the scratch of the mirror starts to blind me
Coming up fast, when did it start to go wrong?
I keep a picture of you on the mantle to remind me
Of a time when life used to be so easy, so easy, and so small
I wanna dance something caustic and real, these days
We’d trade the earth for the things that we feel
Check you halves, never choosing to heal
This time, a law is smashed, I know you like breaking laws
Something you’ve felt, something you’ve seen
We are embodied in between, but when you’re lost in your eyes
When you are selfish and mean
You are the ugliest person I have ever seen, and I hate you
I hate you, I really do
credits
from Voxtrot,
track released May 22, 2007
2007, Playlouderecordings Ltd
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