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half bath
04:55
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Head on the ceiling
Pretend it's the real thing
But I can say no to this warm fuzzy feeling
I have
Peeling the wallpaper off with my head
Draining my stomach of things that I've read
Feet touching barely
Heights never scared me
If you ever beat me I'd let you win fairly
And I'm
Not gonna walk there because it's too cold
Empty my legs of the things I've been told
And I just let gravity
Do what it wants with me
I thought I had to
I always had you
But now there's a list that I probably won't add to
And I wish I can stay like this more of the time
Stuff up my ears with the things that I find
But I just let gravity
Do what it wants with me
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you are being recorded
03:46
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What did I say?
I'm afraid of things I said and things I made up
I have never heard the weight of conversation
I'm not saying I'm afraid to hear you clearly
I'm afraid that you will hear me
I'm ashamed to listen to the audio that we're receiving
I wonder if it hears my scratching pen
I'm sitting with my legs shut, small as I can
Have I lost it completely in orbit?
Humanity is fucking weird
Don't let it sour my existence
Have I gone too far, can I resist it?
Reel me in with the gadgetry
Then I'll give you every private thing
Cry and spill milk
Eat your heart out
Your mouth to God's ears
Cry and spill milk
Mouth to God's ears
Mouth to God's ears
Milk in God's ears
Heart-spilling mouth
Eat till you cry
Eat till you cry
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I can't tell my left from right
I can't tell my up from down
I can't tell my day from night
Where am I?
Now that you're on the other side
I can't tell my left from right
Now that you've turned in for the night
I can't tell my left from right
Every morning I wait till night
When I can't tell my left from right
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Robots can't talk like you used to
And I couldn't save you but they can and they do
A handful of science
A glass of the difference
The patience to talk like I used to
The idiot talks like I still do
I'd do it again if you wanted me to
I'd take up the chance in a heartbeat
I could make guns with my fingers
But I'd only laugh when the right things come out
And people would know what I'm laughing about
You'd say the old things
The first ones
The dumb ones
Just distance and violence
Saliva and music
With teeth in the orchestra
Pull back the camera to wideness and silence
Confusion inside them
A two dot horizon
Two specks who are fighting
But one only talks like he used to
And one only talks when she wants to
If you're safe I'm sorry
You love them, you are one
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