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passed the time counting our sins
wondering when we'd see you again
we looked up to see geese in the clover
the tide was too far to splash the water
saw you off in gainesville
you're a running rabbit sitting still
what will you find when you hold it close
what will you find when you let it go
taught a ghost how to spell my name
held a stone and a knife as if they were the same
i lost everything i had learned to love
walked around like i knew where i was
saw you once with fragile lips
we were deeply in love with no way to kiss
when it's your time how will you know
when it's your time where will you go
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loving you is like going home
but getting off the train some place i never meant to go
my feet touch the ground, what a cumbersome path i've found
my feet touch the ground, what a cumbersome path
ballast buried underneath the snow
loving you is like going home
but getting off the train some place i never meant to go
my feet touch the ground, what a cumbersome path
ballast buried underneath the snow
what a cumbersome path i've found
i've been here before those trees this road that store
i've been here before even in the darkness its so familiar
a million fireflies in your mouth
i'm guided by the light, when you laugh it falls out
my crooked back is breaking down
what a cumbersome path i've found
what a cumbersome path i've found
you've been like this before
you can't stay still anymore
you've been like this before
you just wanna make your own bad decisions
loving you is like going home
but getting off the train some place i never meant to go
my feet touch the ground, what a cumbersome path
ballast buried underneath the snow
loving you is like going home
but getting off the train some place i never meant to go
my feet touch the ground, what a cumbersome path
ballast buried underneath the snow
loving you is like going home
loving you is like going home
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i put some apple cider vinegar in my hair
hoping its the answer to all my prayers
relief from the grief of the last several years
rests on apple cider vinegar in my hair
and i know its silly, to think you're still talking about me
but i heard about it last week, last month, last year
yeah that shit keeps reaching my ears
most days i don't care, but some days i go nowhere but down
oh it brings me down
so i put some apple cider vinegar in my hair
hoping its the answer to all my prayers
relief from the grief of the last several years
rests on apple cider vinegar in my hair
and we've all got opinions, but i'm telling you theres a difference
between assumption, projection, bad faith aggression
and what i actually think about what happened
but i don't hear you asking what your even reacting to,
honey it ain't me its you
so i put some apple cider vinegar in my hair
hoping its the answer to all my prayers
relief from the grief of the last several years
rests on apple cider vinegar in my hair
small pebble in my mouth can't find its way out
so i swallowed it down, carried it around
in the pit of my belly, it grew into a tree somehow
no i don't know how
small tree in my gut, i tell you what
tried to live with it but it fucked me up
so i reached into my throat and pulled that snag right out
before it strangled me, that wretched tree
and now i have to live with it, the wounds and scars that came with it
i knew that this be divisive but i never predicted
this would be the price of it
i never claimed to believe anyone over anyone else
i never said i believed anyone over anyone else
one promised we'd be friends no matter what i thought
one swore they saw proof of something that i'm not
and i had to walk away
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when i was living without time, i had so many options in my mind
anything with magnetism that brought me to my feet would become real
now i'm workin on your time, i'm workin at wee hours of the night
i'm workin in ways that are barely humane and i'm doing it all to survive
what is survival i might ask? when all i've done is given myself a task
it doesn't make any sense, i've been driven to madness
i'm on the clock daydreaming about workin for ourselves
we're working for everyone, a shared dream around love
with love at the center
money and time are constructs that we made up in our minds
and they could be torn apart, just like anything is built up it can be built down
we are working towards a life, the scaffolding is staying up on the sides
of the gorgeous building, that requires revealing, and love is the center
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you wore your heart on your chest for the whole world to see
"hold your beliefs lightly" you set me free
illusions of love illusions of grandeur sentimental and traditional habits
you came into my life during such a time, coming into my skin that i once wanted to leave behind, well now you've dropped yours, like a glass that shatters into diamonds
i miss you, i love you, i'm thinking of you and what you are now
a falcon diving, screaming on the ohio riverbed
a child crying, play fighting
after much deliberation i am brought to peace in my body
nothing could hide me from this illumination
we are so tiny in the presence of that cosmic body
i miss you, i love you, i'm thinking of you and what you are now
i miss you, i love you, i'm thinking of you and i'm wondering about the form you're taking next
a falcon, a child, a bobcat in the wild, or something else we don't have the words for yet?
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you've got lincoln fingers, linkin logs, block by block
the feeling it lingers, are we friends, or not?
developed a complex, in my mind, in my guts
treat you like an object, something that i must covet
i know, in my heart of hearts, i know
we're growing apart
i feel like an anchor for you when theres a storm
feelin lots of anger, at what? i don't know
think you got a complex, feeling right, feeling smart
beginning to suspect i might be better off
i know in my heart of hearts, i know
we're growing apart
i got so used to knowing you that before i knew it
i didn't even recognize you
i would meet you on a plane, without restriction, without constraints
i would meet you in a field, without limitation, without definition
i'm wondering if we could even talk the way we used to anymore
and i'm wondering if i really want that anymore
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Literally so stoked for this split with my dear friend Obsidian. These songs are insanely special and vulnerable. I was lucky enough to help them record a little bit of this split during their visit in Pittsburgh! Obsidian is my equal in chaotic compulsive monstrous creativity. I am honored to be their friend and to bask in their void energy, in their comforting deep, dark, black light. All things bioluminescent and tiny glow and thrive here. Enjoy this split and may all the love that went into it live in your heart!
Obsidian's bandcamp:
smallvoidfeignsbody.bandcamp.com
dirty lace country // crag folk
