When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
I love you Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ I love you
Yes I do
I love you Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ I love you
Yes I do
And on the lazy days
The dogs dissolve and drain away
The world it goes
And all awaits
The day we are awaiting
Up and over
We go through the wave and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim
Inside my mother in a garbage bin
Until I find myself again again '
Up and over we go
Mouths open wide and spitting still
And I will spit until I learn how to speak
Up through the doorway as the sideboards creek
With them ever proclaiming me me ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Up and over
We go the weight it sits on down and I don't know
I will shout until they know what I mean
I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing
And a synthetic flying machine machine
Oh-Oohh-Oh-Oh (x4)
(Okay)
We're talking away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, OK?
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Oh the things that you say
Is it life or
Just a play my worries away
You're all the things I've got to
remember
You're shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Out by the streets, where I made my home
I took out some cardboard and I made this poem
I looked out the window through the hole I just made
I set out my can to get my pennys for the day
I may not have a home
I have nowhere to go
All I have is a box, that I got from the docks
ANd I got to say, this really sucks
I saw a garbage truck
My box got picked up
I guess I'm out of luck
I tripped in a hole
Dug by a human mole
I got hit by a car
And I flew pretty far
I woke up
Mid Traffic Jam
My body was aching
Along came a change
I hiked up my pants
I was ready to go again
I ran far
And I ran far
I was determined to get back my box
I jumped out of a hole
And ran into a hole
But it didn't break my soul
And I managed to get away from the cops
I got to the dump
But then I was stumped
Where the hell could my box be?
In a pile of broken TV's
I found my stolen baby
And I found a few penny's that reminded me of me
I may not have a home
I have nowhere to go
All I have is a box, that I got from the docks
ANd I got to say, this really sucks
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