Put my head in my hands and bit my lip.
Felt my bones rattle and my heartstrings rip.
I want to bury the hatchet and go the bed.
But you’d only dig it up and plant it in my head.
Now I’m watching you put the screws on.
With crocodile tears and a siren’s song.
We haven’t connected since I don’t know when.
Like someone took the scalpel to my identical twin.
There’s too many secrets I don’t want to hear. Too many secrets.
There’s too many secrets coming in much too clear. Too many secrets.
And I wish we could be in love.
If denial was a sin, you know I’d be burning.
Cause I’m not learning. I’m tossing and turning.
Now we’re lying back to back in the dim.
Pretending we’re sleeping, but the both of us are thinking of him.
Caught in the blue funk, painted in the corner.
The Cowardly Lion and Little Jack Horner.
A love gone sour, another heart attack.
If I could look in your eyes I’d be on your side of the tracks.
Lately we can’t trust either one of us.
And with a rock like that there’s not much to discuss.
There’s too many secrets I don’t want to hear. Too many secrets.
There’s too many secrets coming in much too clear. Too many secrets.
And I wish we could be in love.
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