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Two Legs
02:38
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The path ahead makes sense — as much as entropy, as much as it meant when you saw forever with me in your bed, beside you, and I saw it too. These days are like a dream, where the air itself is bruising me, and I don’t see the answer, and I miss you, baby.
Two legs beneath me, two eyes, two hands, tongue and teeth. Everything’s blooming outside my apartment.
I am so young. I am so altered by what’s gone, and how it whistles through me, bruising, bruising, singing sweetly.
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Believer
01:58
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Miss believing in my life no matter what I am given. Holding hands around the table, I gave more than I was able, and now I’m gutted out. Am I cleaner? On my own and hollow, now-failed believer. Lost my strength, but I don’t mind. Let it mobilize me this time to get it back.
Wrapped around you, got so lost but didn’t mind. Having found you made it all fine, it all fine.
And I still love you all the time, all the time, I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to stop I don’t want to stop
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The Alley
02:48
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What did you say in the alley when I blacked it out? Watched the trash catch in the wind, which swept it all around.
What’s that sound? How you still love me but the words are muffled now? Caught the wind and swept away, race of erasing what you had to say.
I need to make it all work out. I need to make myself heard now. Wring the blindspot out, wipe the blindspot down. Figure it all out. Transliterate the sound from what you mean to what it means to me.
What you say, how to get there my own way.
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Golem
02:44
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I draw the line, I cross the line. I say it’s fine, it’s just my new mind! Sense of belonging: it’s been so long since I could survive it, touch the bliss inside it. You were leaving for so long, oceans between us well before you were gone. I was grieving for so long, muddied the earth where we put our love down. Both death and birth, when your sweet golem drowned.
You were never mine, by design. You don’t live like that, no home to find. Sense of betrayal, following the trail of tangled words, getting lost failing to understand the death I heard. I was reaching for so long – so far from home by the time you were gone. I was grieving for so long – muddied the earth where we put our love down. Honor my birth, when your sweet golem drowned.
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Backfire
02:16
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As to you holding on – I love you more than myself sometimes, and I’m working on not picking favorites, not picking at the seam of my unraveling. Make no promises – just in case you break one, I don’t want to burn us down in some backfire, or take the chokehold, thinking that you’re me. How could I ever leave you? Where would I run off to? I see you in the sunlight, the moon, the backfire, I see you in my sleep, reliving memories.
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Braiding
03:51
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Making a basket to hold it together. A hole does whatever except keep it in. Lost my sight for others in the shape of your skin I took for home.
Braiding who I have been with who I’m becoming — alone with the resonant tone of you and me before (Braiding).
Faith held us close, faith let us go, faith does whatever, and we learn it’s so (Braiding).
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Rosy
03:25
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Your touch - flame turned my skin rosy.
Your love --gutted of capacity.
That trust you wanted to pull from me,
The trust you couldn’t pull, it wouldn’t keep.
How far you would go for freedom, dear,
Is how far I have to get away from here.
The cost of freely given freely gone:
no strings except the one I’m hanging on.
I’ve lost the thread of why we tried together in the first place,
how the words exchanged denoted love,
when you said God, what did you mean to speak of?
When you said God, what did you mean to speak of?
Angel, savior in my memory still,
eyes shut, backed against the windowsill,
tied up, what I did to love you:
gift my blood, held inside for you to spill.
I’ve lost the thread of why we tried together in the first place,
how the words exchanged denoted love,
when you said God, what did you mean to speak of?
When you said God, what did you mean to speak of?
When you said God
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Same Goes
02:49
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If I’m honest, I never had wanted to share my private sorrow, that sickening sink of despair. Eyes on the long road, palm to evergreen, and you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. All directions point me to somewhere new, while untold stories wait in me only for you. Eyes on the long road, may it take me far away from my one true witness, my sweet break from the gray. In this moment, I know it to be true, holding all the confusion, the longing and the blues. Eyes on the long road, may it lead me back to you, ‘cause to love you is to know myself, but same goes with losing you. How’s it that to love you is to know myself, but same goes with losing you?
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Do It Right
02:27
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Unbelievable – what it felt like when it worked. Indecipherable, can’t make sense of it or do it again with some guy. Can’t even make myself try. Getting older, though. Getting old enough to know things just go sometimes, meaning sewn on the other side; I shouldn’t have lost you – I lost you. It’s time to quit this job, it’s time to get my head on straight, it’s time to pay my bills. Always do, I’m never late, I’m never late I’m never late I’m never late I’m never late I’m never late!
Should make it out alive, just to die on the other side. Should at least enjoy the ride, do it right, but don’t worry bout doin’ it right, keep your chin up, and your tread light. You gotta sleep at night, rest up and live to miss your baby with all your might.
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Lamb
02:10
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‘Slaughterhouse eyes.’ you even came up with that line. So it hurt to see me bleeding? Still I kept on, each night, pleading: Put the knife down, you and me, we’ll get out of town, no one sees the forest facedown from the trees, the future unknown for all folk, the future broken when you hold the knife against my throat. Court confirms it’s not a lie withholding what sits on your mind, So you were right, so what unkind, to never say it’ll be alright, and in my dreams It’s not alright, ride out the crest of that endless night. I want the peace that’s mine back. I want my peace of mind back.The love I keep choking on, I gotta swallow it down.
You crossed a line, as if foretold, as if the knife was at your throat, As if my shears cut at your wings, as if to hear the angel sing it’s you or me at judgment time, it's you or me left on the line. To be alone right at the end means you’re being an honest friend. Crown me your lamb bled out for hope, for endless freedom helps you cope, that knife I keep choking on — I gotta swallow it down.
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Meat
04:05
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‘Least change is free, eternally. Chew the fruit up, mind the seeds. Hungrily, crashing sea, afraid for all it delivers me. With the mud beneath our feet, share the moment, retreat! Share the fruit, we have to eat. Gift of meat, bless the meat. Seen completely, then released. Seen completely, the love beneath. Seen completely, then released. Seen completely, crash – change – free. Seen completely, then released. Seen completely the love beneath. Seen completely, then released.
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