Well, they tell you where to drop off the body
Stopping and standing
Stopping and standing
On dug out cars
That you now realize are all under a ditch
I had the mumps
It was like a sweat lodge in my face
And there she sat with that blood brother of mine
This hatred waved its way out
This time I would assist him
Well, this real world is broad
But narratives are specific
I go back and curse mistakes
There’s light noise, snow on the ground
They tell you where to drop off the body
Stopping and standing
On dug out cars
You realize are all under a ditch
And there she sat with that blood brother of mine
And this hatred waved its way out
This time I would assist him
And I go back and curse mistakes
Coming to you is like a basinet, coming to you for help in hard times,
Coming around the mountain in strong irons
Coming to you is like a basinet, coming to you for help in hard times,
Coming around the mountain in strong irons
He will help me with the trouble in the bath
Shallow trouble in the bath
Meadowlands in the States, shallow stakes, guarding orange tubes a half mile out
Becoming staggered
I’m training my National Self
Training that neutral, hardworking, ya know, practical self for touring newbies around the wrecks
All shower caps have been sailed
In the thick wash
Quick dry, onto the next one
So throughout the day I can feel my body wetting itself with blood
But when I pull my pants down there’s nothing there, nothing at all
Quick dry, onto the next one
Warning on the back: flammable
I drew what I’d meant by trouble in the bath
I didn’t unclench when I went through the rivers
I just kept tightening and tightening, freezing and focusing
Squinting out logs and branch arms, being tripped by them all the time
And you look back on your life
Stuck yourself
Sticking up sideways in a cowlick
And the car was deliberately keyed
And there’s a note asking please return closed circuit television to Motel 6
And then University Credit all faded the outlines
Still held down with bolts
X on the tracks
Blood on the wrecks
For quarterstone, a mile
And in walks in a style and a theme portioned for me
Again and again
Portioned insides for me again and again
This story’s all wrong again and again
But you tell it to your friends
To react, bring me back in some capacity
As if I’d stand up ecstatically to hug you
And in walks a style, a thin portion for me again and again
Portioned insides for me again and again
credits
from Strange Tongues,
released April 17, 2020
The Asthmatic/Sigrid Harmon - Vox
Michael McInnis - Synths, Computer
supported by 4 fans who also own “True Crime (Harmon/McInnis)”
A comp for the ages, compiling favorites and new discoveries my ears are pleased greatly by.
And brought together by an all around great guy.
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