LYRICS
"Love songs in our yard"
Halo
Gather wood and build a pyre / Raise me up, set me on fire / Make the flames climb ever higher / Otherwise I’ll never tire / Feeling you in my chest / Oh, these days I regress / I’m obsessed with keeping score / Grading the aches I felt before / Give me a dreamworld to adore / Before you go and close the door / My heart is caked in mud / Impassioned but locked up / I’ve always had abject disdain for honest regret / My airs of indifference were merely particle effects / I’m calling on your eyes glistening like blue ice / In all this solitary gloom all I can think about is you / Oh, these days I regress / Here’s hoping my midbrain comes with a built-in save state / I’m longing for the day where passion stops to hibernate / I’m calling on your eyes to grant me some sunlight / But while I wait for things to bloom all I can think about is you
Stones
Someone rip the moldy paper from the wall / It’s been soaking up the sweat beads of our faults / Flying as we give up rest / There’s a jester singing love songs in our yard / We’re obsessing with the flavor he imparts / Might be some kind of zest, carefully dressed / But our souls they are alight, and our fingers intertwined / We used to work them to the bones but no we’re skipping stones / Let the currents set the beat as we dance in reverie / We used to never leave our homes but now we’re skipping stones / Out of mind, corroded and high-strung / Like hammers that are taped to finger guns / The fastest in these parts all crossed their hearts / Ladies, listen here! / Fellas, listen close! / This picture of our life’s a tad overexposed / We should show our palms and break into a smile / For the sky is not running out of light / On through the greenery we found and claimed a private beach / How we deserve to say… / That our souls, they are alight and our fingers intertwine / And they turn a sun-kissed tone while we’re skipping stones / Let the currents set the beat, let the wind be harmony / We will play some simple notes / There’s a jester doing cartwheels in our yard / And his finger guns are like a work of art / And he’s sweating beads of pure testosterone / As we’re skipping stones
Rebellion
This is a call to arms a cry to fight / To the people who have not lost sight / Of our claim to faith and sense of pride / In the people that we could be if we tried / Voices are made to be congenial / I long for mine to be agreeable / Cynicism’s getting critical / But dreams we’re bound to share are thinly veiled / It’s fine to carry sin / Our history is barely colored in / Take the myriad back / Its blood’s all but run out / The apostate’s shall face / A wall of light and sound / So beautiful and bright / Pulsating through and through / There’s no reflection without eyes / There’s no rebellion without you / Cast the iron out and grab the pails of mud and pots of clay / To sod the fissures we have made and mold the world back into shape / Wax and drive to fly / Throw them aside / This is the here and now, scream aloud, chest puffed out and abide / The onrush of / Fetishists of disdain for growth / I wanna levy the rain and march it into the fire / Just need a gambit or two against these mad dogs for hire / Back to the point of the game: Passion and love ain’t the same / We all have mountains to brave, let’s turn into tidal waves
Upcycling
Climb the world but leave the flags at home / Catch your breath and scream before you jump / I have a solid base, the summation of my days / That turn into a crystal ball with stories yet to come / Plans are only sand, blowing where we stand / Too fleeting to turn into sturdy tracks on which to run / Throw out the old, take in the new / Breathe in the air that will turn into dew / Hand-feed the quiet by shedding intrigue / Beyond the din: serenity / Hey! Write it on a slate: I’m not born but shaped / A well of good intentions dug out of an icy ground / Mind to turn the gears, eyes to conquer fear / Joints to cushion impact giving shape to sight and sound / Monsters giving us pause, built up to thunderous applause / Blue jays, swallowing spite, quail but won’t curl up and die / Sweet souls set things on fire hoping the embers take flight / Pedal to metal / Dripping with sweat / We can grow with our efforts / Or sleep till we’re dead
Life
Locking eyes with shadows / Trying to cohere / As I hunt for memories / I’m barely even here / Gunning for tomorrow / Sitting out today / Hoping that the backflow / Has nothing more to say / We tend to run things case by case / Just to hand the conclusion off to theta waves / The angel to my right turned nihilist tonight / I’d tell you that I’m sorry only now I try to hold my head up high / A shiver in my entrails / That never really fades / Wash away the details / With another coat of paint / I’ve never been much of a saint / Like everyone we’re light and shade / And hoped that it would be the latter one that fades / The memories of before won’t come by anymore / I’ve got no excuse for the things I didn’t say / We had a good thing for a while / But now we’re running out of time / At least there’s inklings of a smile / And we’re not falling prey to guile / So disappear into the night / Take with you all my hope implied / For you and the things you’ll find / In someone worthwhile at your side
Mother Tongue
What’s this compulsion with the weights I bear? / What is this concession to what’s so unfair? / What’s this feral beast that fucks my gray matter? / What is this mirage that keeps me unaware? / Shut up, get into the car, never hit the brakes / Grip the wheel hard till your knuckles turn white and break / How am I supposed to fight anxiety? / How can I relay just what it does to me? / How do you dare chain me up and call me free? / Bleed me dry and blame me for my lethargy? / Good on you and your desire to complicate / Who died and gave you the right to just hit the brakes? / Well done you / Thanks a lot / Have a drink / And fuck right off / To victory! / My mother tongue / Has barely a thing left to do with me / Cursed things clutching at the rearview mirror / Caution! Things are closer than they appear / Consequence has an ugly head to rear / At least the fire you instilled keeps on drying up the tears / On God! On robes! On faith! / On time! On shame! On strength! / My mother tongue has not a goddamn thing to do with me