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angry child
05:01
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You’ll take my jealous eyes and crush them grey blue into a diamond
I’ll be staring on angrily my face
Flushed from embarrassment
I’ll be sick of myself again
Like I’m always sick of myself
And I hope one day I will not be
Smeared on your forehead like god’s carbon
Tracing your long long eyelashes
I don’t know when the day will come and I don’t know it will happen
But until the day I hope that I can be a stronger thing
You’re dripping your sweat at the back of the house looking out the window
It’s not really there but you’re looking you’re looking for another life
I’m looking I’m looking I’m not really there
And if you’re perfumed as much as all the others then
Under my thumb you would wriggle free like a
Coin I dropped under the bar again, like a coin I dropped to get your attention
Deep inside the fountain
I made myself bored with my own face and my eyes and wide wide forehead
And I thought what a surprise it would be if I could summon the courage to kill myself but I myself
Never will give into killing myself I myself will never be so lucky because there’s no point to living no point to dying no point to me
I’m tired little jealous, I’m tired little jealous
I’m tired little jealous, I’m tired
From afar you kissed each other I saw through the corridor I passed your ghostly embrace
As if two arcs of light traced between you back to the other
Those arcs my flanks
But supple as they were I couldn’t hold onto them, too wispy too ethereal too light
They sank into brick and mortar, those fronds of your connection, those loving and lonely nights
So beautiful all the other women, whose faces light up like the sun
I am an angry child without expression I am the barrel of a loaded gun
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pilgrims
02:41
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What is this world if not a tangle of many things
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
Boy
Boy you light me up
Boy
Boy you light me up
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3. |
Focus
01:29
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for someone with such focused eyes, don't think I've ever seen you focus more than when
you picked a song to put on
and every other time you were looking at
absolutely nothing
focus on a little point in the distance
until you can't complain and can't see anymore
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4. |
golden apple
03:51
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Eris’ fruit in my palm
I roll it hand to hand
I dare not bite the fruit, I am only one woman
I secret away myself the parts of myself most knowing and clear
For to be knowing and clear you would know me better
And I could lose what is most dear
You are my absolute favorite all I want is for you to stay
I will be like rock and ice if it means you will not go away
I will be like rock and ice if it means that you will stay
In the back of your car I could be rattling
Anxiously rattling off everything wrong with me
Or I could be swiftly moving, swiftly gained
If somewhere my heart was loud but only loud enough to weigh, to weigh
I secret away myself the parts of myself most knowing and clear
For to be knowing and clear you would know me better
And I could lose what is most dear
You are my absolute favorite all I want is for you to stay
I will be like rock and ice if it means you will not go away
I will be like rock and ice if it means that you will stay
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5. |
intimate
02:07
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today i will not be jealous, i'll wear my heart on my sleeve
today i will embrace distance and walk with you like i walk with me
today i'm holding onto you as gently as i ever could
today i'm holding onto you, if you let me,
hold i would
give me your affections if you need me to be kind
i can be like water flowing i can be crystalline
if you need me prostrate at your feet i cannot provide
but if you want to hold me i will you
i will never mind
i can be the most kind
i can be the most kind
i can hold you close and i can be the most kind
i will hold you close and never mind
i can be the most kind
i can hold you close and nevermind
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6. |
freezing cold
02:41
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In the winter
Left my coat indoors, indoors
Barefoot walked into the woods
My feet bleeding cracked from snow
In the storm
I was naked ‘cept my gooseflesh
Freezing cold freezing cold
Wondering where the hell I was
I was manic I was the fog
Cold as ice
Freezing cold freezing cold, wet as fire
Hot as coal
I cast a spell
I saw god
She said her name
I could not perceive it
It must be beautiful, it must be beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful freezing cold freezing cold
Lights flashed and I saw god
She held my hand she took me in
We moved in an ambulance like lightning fire
Forest caught fire
Freezing cold, freezing cold, dry as timber
Wet as mold
Freezing cold, freezing cold, freezing cold, freezing cold
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7. |
ohsoadone
03:05
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oh so i done give everything
i can be the sun and the stars
i can be the wind and rain
i can be my mother's child
i can be the forest wild
i can be your anything but i cannot be your everything
oh so i don't give everything
anything
i can be anything
i can beay anything
i can baey i can baey
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8. |
pexy
02:09
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To be discerning I carved my thought into my palm
I made a stamp of my own hand and bled my mark onto your thumb
To make a decision I made an incision
With surgical sutures I laced you up
Don’t come undone
Don’t come undone
I need this to be surgically fixed
I cannot tolerate this ache any longer
It will be mortal, it will be mortal
My sins will be affixed
In a sinopexy transfixed they will not float freely in my stomach
And accept, I will accept
Mortally, mortality
And accept, I will accept
Mortally, mortality
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9. |
lady
02:22
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what kind of girly magic enables you to be so beautiful?
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10. |
swivel punch
03:01
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i swivel on the ball of my foot
i slap her hand from your hand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
how could you lie to her like that?
i swivel on the ball of my foot
my palm hits your face clap clap
i swivel on the ball of my foot
you spit your teeth into my hand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
her hand pulls my hair into bunches
i swivel on the ball of my foot
she doesn't want to understand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
she doesn't want to understand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
how could you lie to her like that?
i am filled with terror as my stocky fate approaches
glassy paned my palm hits face
my face hits palm
i hit my face
i hit my face.
off flies my terror
terror
i brace myself for collide
i am filled with terror as my stocky fate approaches
as i swerve around your comments and avoid eye contact
i can feel the fisted eagerness
pushing behind the umbilicus
i am filled with terror at the hand of my actions
i swivel on the ball of my foot
i slap her hand from your hand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
how could you lie to her like that?
i swivel on the ball of my foot
my palm hits your face clap clap
i swivel on the ball of my foot
you spit your teeth into my hand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
her hand pulls my hair into bunches
i swivel on the ball of my foot
she doesn't want to understand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
she doesn't want to understand
i swivel on the ball of my foot
how could you lie to her like that?
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11. |
angry child ii
06:54
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You’ll take my jealous eyes and crush them grey blue into a diamond
I’ll be staring on angrily my face
Flushed from embarrassment
I’ll be sick of myself again
Like I’m always sick of myself
And I hope one day I will not be
Smeared on your forehead like god’s carbon
Tracing your long long eyelashes
I don’t know when the day will come and I don’t know it will happen
But until the day I hope that I can be a stronger thing
You’re dripping your sweat at the back of the house looking out the window
It’s not really there but you’re looking you’re looking for another life
I’m looking I’m looking I’m not really there
And if you’re perfumed as much as all the others then
Under my thumb you would wriggle free like a
Coin I dropped under the bar again, like a coin I dropped to get your attention
Deep inside the fountain
I made myself bored with my own face and my eyes and wide wide forehead
And I thought what a surprise it would be if I could summon the courage to kill myself but I myself
Never will give into killing myself I myself will never be so lucky because there’s no point to living no point to dying no point to me
I’m tired little jealous, I’m tired little jealous
I’m tired little jealous, I’m tired
From afar you kissed each other I saw through the corridor I passed your ghostly embrace
As if two arcs of light traced between you back to the other
Those arcs my flanks
But supple as they were I couldn’t hold onto them, too wispy too ethereal too light
They sank into brick and mortar, those fronds of your connection, those loving and lonely nights
So beautiful all the other women, whose faces light up like the sun
I am an angry child without expression I am the barrel of a loaded gun
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Shouter Whisperer San Antonio, Texas
My momma hatched me and I was forced to wander the earth in search of the beat
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