If I ever get to see another sunrise
I'll celebrate with you.
If I could recover all forsaken
I think I'd stop and breathe with you.
But our brotherhood's a wreck and in shambles
And continues to desecrate.
There's scandal next to satire
Conscripted in our fate.
Well this is what I came for, you and your mistakes.
Where everybody's hurting, and everyone's to blame.
If I ever get another moment's notice
I'd admire the color of your eyes.
I was a shell without a shot, a machine that I am not
And then I died.
'Cuz inside you there's a fountain
Spewing bloodletter consecrations.
Your grayscale god hums in mono, the only broadcasting for miles and hours for days and states, your world.
Well this is what I came for, you and your mistakes.
This is all that I can handle, the trials and the breaks.
We're all your mouth can swallow, all that you can embrace.
The vomit that you sleep in, the wreckage and the fever, the panacean flame.
Run, run by the river. You're no Atlas, baby dove.
Fly, fly by the gullwing.
credits
from The Back Of My Burning Hand,
released March 3, 2005
Matt Castelein: Bass
Sarah Kobylewski: Violin/pedal steel
Ryan Lee: Guitar/vocals
Cory Anderson: Drums
Eric Lawrence: Guitar
Songs of timeless beauty and power in the mold of Vashti Bunyan and Nick Drake from enigmatic Los Angeles artist Shannon Lay. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 4, 2017