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Blossom
02:33
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restless and squeaking
my heart is beating
fast as a mouses
echoes in houses
too large for my body
a penny in water
drops to the bottom
the wish is forgotten
my skin is peeling
there’s marks on my ceiling
i wish it was summer
i wish you were closer
am i decomposng
or am i just changing
i’ll blossom in springtime
down under the green pine
i never drink caffeine
cause it makes me dizzy
like I’m tripping over
my feet two big boulders
but i don’t need coffee
cause your blue eyes caught me
and now I’m all wide-eyed
there’s iron in my sides
i’m a small animal
tragic and terribly
scared to be near you
but somehow i want to
am i decomposing
or am i just changing
i’ll blossom in springtime
down under the green pine
you ever shiver
I’m down by the river
moss in my fingernails
end of the crumb trail
am i decomposing
or am i just changing
i’ll blossom in springtime
down under the green pine
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2. |
Everything I Do
02:20
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i put a flower in your hand
it dried up and turned to sand
i shone a light upon your shoulder
you moved away and made it colder
i tried to sing a song for you
you sang along but out of tune
and almost everything i do
i now wish i didn’t do
i spoke you the kindest words
you’d pretend you never heard
i put my hand upon your arm
but when i looked down you were gone
i was extracted like a tooth
that had got rotten from the root
so almost everything i do
i now wish i didn’t do
if i spent nights and longer days
putting everything in place
if my whole life i dedicate
to making you my only fate
would it change your point of view
or would it sever us for good?
cause almost everything i do
i now wish i didn’t do
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April
04:12
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Whistling through a hollow straw, stirring
A chuckle of ice-cubes round the base of a glass.
Doorway's looming,
I turn for a final hope. The sway
Of your gaze, the eyelashes and their persuasions,
The hue of your iris: coded, blue and hidden.
I resign to my coat and the thick wool rubs my shoulders.
There, there. Let's go home.
Pressing through the rain, heels click the
Wet pavement, and the cablight draws near.
Lurching, now speeding, home, through that slick
Glow of 5am - tangerine, dark, bright.
Driven, past mainstreets,
The damp neons run an oily rainbow.
5am: the last desperate breath, the plead before
A cold winter dawn. And there it is - it was -
Dark in the lane, two shapeshifters consume one another,
Searching mouths for fulfilment, solution.
Their hungry howl as the rain torrential -
The midnight tropical -
Runs down their curved backs.
Perhaps, for a moment, they found something.
A ruby tucked down a raw throat, a jewel -
Now the brick wall, now the soggy newsagents, now
Traffic light: they're lost. A couple of foxes tear at an
Empty carton on the kerb.
* * *
and i walked to the place where we once stood
thinking about the last night
why i cried
when you left
sitting on the concrete steps
and i crossed to the house where we once lay
and i promised to not tell a soul
april is
the cruelest month
it gave me teeth marks on my tongue
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