that which did not kill me only made me weaker
only made me sleepier
made the pain much deeper
I don’t
I don’t know why I can’t cry
my tears have dried up
it’s easy to get enlightened
in a temple on the mountain
safe and sound a private fountain
no stones thrown to ripple your placid water
me I’m in the thick of it
where peace is hard to harness
the stench of rotting carcass
I just wanna leave my darkness behind
when I get to the other side
me I’ve got local meaning
and I’ve got household gods
I don’t need absolute truths
to tell me to water my plants
to slaughter my hogs
me I’ve got local meaning
and I hate absolute truths
and I love people who do
and I hate peoples who don’t
and I got a chance of being a ghost
and I don’t got a ghost of a chance
of noticing physics and seeing romance
of hearing your theory and wanting to dance
of feeling a feeling and not feeling it
of using emotions just like a yard stick to prove
I’m still alive and I got the blues
and that which did not kill me only made me weaker
only made me sleepier
made the pain much deeper
now it seems when I come around
the darkness doubles down
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