I've got chilled sleep, somewhere my lover weeps.
He's out there waiting for me.
I wanna go home, I wanna get outta here
wanna dispose of my childhood fear.
But I've got chilled sleep. Shadows on the hill.
Your life is just another small town rumor.
My kubla khan, my xanadu, my opium, my opium.
So many things about myself I know I'll never realize.
I can't save you (3x)
Your life is just another small town rumor.
They say everything gets worse before it gets better.
If that's the case— looking to a couple decades of perfect weather.
On the way home from your father's house lamplight turned down low.
Leaving hand in hand from the resting place where he lays.
Is this indeed a legacy? Life is an abstract painting, life is an abstract thing you gave me, life is an abstract painting, and I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you.
(There is no answer at the bottom of the bottle)
Somewhere my lover weeps and she's got chilled sleep.
It was so easy to break you.
Cause you never said no.
Maybe I shoulda known, that that is getting high for you.
My kubla khan my xanadu my opium, my opium— I will be torn away from you some day in this cybernetic fantasy that I call love.
Sitting on the counter white skin on black stone, voices shattering, china on the floor, remember that time long ago inundated by images of waves breaking on that shore.
I won't have to about hurting in the end, I won't have to worry about hurting when I'm dead.
(Stasis is death 4x)
A voice can boil the ocean or bring back all the bullshit but—
your life is just another small town rumor.
A vast comp featuring Spirit of the Beehive, Horse Jumper of Love, and more; proceeds benefit the NAMI COVID-19 Mental Health Support Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021
Tender and gorgeous songs from this Brooklyn duo, “and then all over” is a striking, evocative work full of hushed beauty. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021