1. |
Freedom
03:33
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I have seen the source;
i’m everlasting
settling the score for
moral fasting
freedom
is freedom from
someone who wants
to warp your mind
actors staging
your nightmares in real time
reality’s incongruous
you have no idea
what festers behind eyelids
when all noise disappears
your likeness enrages me
i’m not your brother
god forbid we’re left
alone with each other
freedom
is freedom from
someone who wants
to warp your mind
actors staging
your nightmares in real time
no one knows these things i’m thinking now
they select the words they’re pulling from my mouth
confusion everlasting ripples out
it’s a poor performance but take a bow
i have seen the source;
i’m everlasting
settling the score for
moral fasting
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2. |
Heat Wave
03:17
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driving home in an autumn heat wave
and it doesn’t get easier
it just stays fine
i’m not the one on the side of the road
in a faulty machine with nowhere to go
but i think i know the feeling
it fades sometimes
just enough to ease my mind
got a smile from the corner clerk
that i tethered to myself so briefly
like change in my pocket
that always seems to disappear
when it’s time to pay
but i’ve heard nothing lasts anyway
and with the gold on my back,
start to feel the waves again
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3. |
Open Season
03:43
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drive through sky’s contusion
further down the valley
read the lines on the church’s
faded yellow marquee
“don’t bother running;
you’ll be hunted like it’s open season”
and as all good things pass away,
i’ll know it’s for a reason
territorial divisions and exit signs
lie hidden beneath a sea of overgrown vines
some kind of dream that i’ve lived in another time
she met me there, but i don’t know her now
visions born in eyes of scorn
holding signs with ancient markings
she knew distinctly where she stood
in the stitches of time and geography
i was lost in the seam, eyeing the distant gleam
of another region
and all the darkness that comes my way,
i’ll know it’s for a reason
territorial divisions and exit signs
lie hidden beneath a sea of overgrown vines
some kind of dream that i’ve lived in another time
she met me there, but i don’t know her now
does she still believe in
past lives now that we don’t talk?
well, i’d never ask that anyway
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4. |
Separation Anxiety
03:17
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i feel the weight of all the years that i’ve wasted
lonesome corners in a crowded basement
there’s a lot ahead, they said
i’m moving forwards just to get out of bed
i fear the edges of the portrait’s faded
turning yellow while i’m lost and sedated
there’s a lot ahead, they said
i can’t remember all the faces in lead
i treat nostalgia like religion—
comforting some, but not working for me
but still i catch myself thinking
the most opportune time was leaving
by the time i saw it go
separation anxiety won’t let me grow
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5. |
Rays of Light
02:00
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rays of light intersecting
when i close my eyes i still see
the crosses i’m projecting
symbols divine and built to terrify
my appetite you’re infecting
when i turn my head i still hear
the voices all reflecting
churning in my skull,
dry and amplified
forecast all my losses,
divulge my coming fate
am i finally absolved
of this sickness and hate?
or are my wicked bones
enough to satiate?
rays of light…
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6. |
Forest Burn
03:29
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i’m leaving and i’m never coming back
i’m an island; i thought i told you that
we’ll watch the forest burn
and start planting in the scorched and renewed earth
and still you feign surprise
at my tired eyes
you’ve left me worn and weary
misconstrued every theory
we’ll perforate the feeling
’til six inches off the floor’s the highest ceiling
and still you feign surprise
at my tired eyes
the people i love and despise
are all there in the garden, waiting
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7. |
My Cause
02:34
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the neighbors kept safe in their houses
are an undesired mystery far from the smallest concerns
in our heads
we only know the sons and daughters
upon entering the catatonic green
my mind spills and empties
come forth from the half-light
history will walk and wait without
without my cause
to show you
without
without my cause
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8. |
Mother
02:27
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let the black tar fill my lungs
i will have some gold still on my tongue
it tastes just like alcohol,
the words swelling on the wall
she sends sun and rain
descending upon us all
all the bodies i lie among
tell themselves each night that they’re young
labyrinths of plastic daily fall
on oceanic cities
and in four years or after all,
will it beautiful?
it tastes just like alcohol,
the words swelling on the wall
she sends sun and rain
descending upon us all
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9. |
The River
02:36
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beach your old memories
on the land of your dreams
tell me all your truths
but i won’t hear
doubt engulfs me
from ear to ear
i look to the river
to soul-search
and find less
in your church
sun-warmed sand is slipping through my fingers
my mind’s wandered again, and i can’t linger
fuck the fractions;
i want the sum
of everything
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