Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in only black and white?
There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do I go instead?
When atonement comes in distant waves
I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I already forgotten how?
- :
- Monastic Living
- Human Performance
- Sunbathing Animal/Content Nausea
- Live At Third Man Records
- Sunbathing Animal
- Content Nausea
- Light Up Gold
- Tally All the Things You Broke (EP)
- Borrowed Time
- Outside
- Compilation
- Berlin Got Blurry
- Sunbathing Animal + Content Nausea
- Dust
- 2012-11-16: 285 Kent, Brooklyn, NY, USA
- Light Up Gold+Tally All the Things That You Broke
- Light Up Gold (Deluxe Version)
- Light Up Gold + 2
- Rough Trade Shops: Counter Culture 13
- Uncut: Glory Days