HER HEART ISN’T IN THIS. SHE’S LOST IN MY EYES.
I RUSTLE AROUND BETWEEN GUN-METAL THIGHS.
WE GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS, PRETENDING IT’S LUST.
ANOTHER SAD MOMENT JUST PASSED BETWEEN US.
SOMETIMES WE GROW. SOMETIMES WE CRASH AND BURN.
SOMEDAY WE’LL DIE. SOMEDAY WE’LL ALL RETURN.
SO SHE PARTS YOUR HAIR FOR YOU, AND DRIFTS OFF TO SLEEP.
BUT YOUR EYES ARE OPEN. YOU’RE UP COUNTING SHEEP.
THAT ONE’S CLEARED THE WOOD FENCE. ONE BOUNDS THROUGH THE AIR.
AND ONE’S WEARING WOLF’S CLOTHING AND SOFT PERFUMED HAIR.
OH, WHEN THE MOON IS OUT AND THE SKY IS RIGHT,
AND THAT SOUR LOOK IS OFF YOUR FACE.
THE RIDDLES OF MY LIFE ARE ANSWERED,
AS YOU VOLUNTEER YOUR RACING PULSE.
STILL, THE TIMES WE MANAGE TO CONNECT,
WHEN THERE’S NO HEADACHES AND THERE’S NO STRESS...
THOSE MOMENTS ARE LIKE BURIED TREASURE.
I REMEMBER THOSE THE BEST.
SOMEDAY WE’LL ALL RETURN.
SOMEDAY WE’LL ALL RETURN.
credits
from Terrible Pictures Of Harriet,
released May 15, 2005
TIM ELLIS - ACOUSTIC GUITAR
ALBERT REDA - BASS
STEPHANIE SCHNEIDERMAN - BG VX
JIM WALKER - ACOUSTIC GUITAR, KEYS, PERCUSSION, SAMPLES, LEAD VX
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019