1. |
From Under Pounds of Air
02:44
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The moon is low
The smoke is high
We get by
I was told not to cope by blue bats
So I stay shy
I buried you with your favorite raw hide
Your collar always sleeps inside
In the backyard you were my dancer
I always called but you never answered
In my head
Theres no room for more disconnect
and I feel the weight of it all the time,
but i keep my cool
You don't know me now
and we never knew our selves
Let me rest in cool hell
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2. |
And
03:26
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When I was small child
I learned how to drive my mother
to the grocery store
so she could buy more wine
Now that I am am older
I know how to sleep in my car
After nights out indulging the same vice
Oh, Guardian Angel
Don't you know
What I've been up to?
Oh, Guardian Angel
Calm yourself
I am not worth you
With no place of refuge
never I had faith to lose
All this timed abandoned
just to use
Now that Im a young man
I know how to run and hide
I know there is nothing good on the inside
Oh, Guardian Angel
Don't you know
What I've been up to?
Oh, Guardian Angel
Calm yourself
I am not worth you
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3. |
Ugly Blooms
03:35
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Ten thoughts in second
I kill them all off to breathe
So i can talk to you
I can hear you mashing you're teeth
Bone grinds bone
I never felt home
I followed the river this way
and now i don't know where I am
Theres so much flesh here
and everyone is in on the joke
Driving
through 3 A.M's dark opacity
You always asked me
"Do you know where you are right now?"
And it reminds me
of involuntary hospital visits
So yes I know where
we are right now
I just don't how
We're both as thin as
the drowned cat
I found in the pool
Were both warn as
the cold breeze
That follows us up stream
So wrap me up in that gown
For once I feel pretty
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