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Wedding Day
04:16
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a wasteland of twisted train tracks and soiled plastic bags
dreams someone once had
rabbits and coffins and milk, trees nailed to death in the summertime
but my touch was always kind
send out the love tonight
church bells ring, and i’m dressed in white
oh they’re strangers now
but they still dot the town
with snow and armed crowds
but it’s my wedding day and i’m proud
and nothing can stop me now
cut the grass, my haven is an archery range
i always had an arrow pushing me to the rocky terrain
poisoned black berries dripping from my mouth
and figures watching from the windows of their house
and i would run
until i couldn’t feel my feet
but i don’t have cold feet
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Carousel
02:25
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i said i’m not scared of anything
you could leave, or you could squeeze
all the blood out of my veins
and my god i swear i wouldn’t die
all the beatings and bruises
don’t keep love from my opaque heart
although hazy space leads to madness
its a madness that is creatively precious
when this body is grossly at its grave
light binds to my carbon cells
and time keeps moving around
an annual carnal carousel
i should have died one hundred times x4
i should have died
but i am always alive
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Soap
04:26
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i feel the tingles of
soap suds under my skin
i’ll capture their hearts
and soak them clean
i’m hard but sweet
a toffee between your teeth
i’ve been waiting to soar
but can i really take the heat
you said you love me
and i went to sleep
i didn’t know what i felt
but my toes were touching your feet
i haven’t been clean like this
since i bathed in hell
lustful lorelai in hell
she drowned me sterile
and i’m in love with your
fresh soapy smell
and you love when my cheeks
flush a rosy pastel
you said you love me
and i went to sleep
i didn’t know what i felt (now i do)
and my toes were touching your feet
hail a cab, and wash my hair
leave nothing impure there
hold my head, give me your clothes to wear
as i breathe in soap, you’re in the air
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a wasteland of twisted train tracks and soiled plastic bags
dreams someone once had
rabbits and coffins and milk, trees nailed to death in the summertime
but my touch was always kind
send out the love tonight
church bells ring, and i’m dressed in white
oh they’re strangers now
but they still dot the town
with snow and armed crowds
but it’s my wedding day and i’m proud
and nothing can stop me now
cut the grass, my haven is an archery range
i always had an arrow pushing me to the rocky terrain
poisoned black berries dripping from my mouth
and figures watching from the windows of their house
and i would run
until i couldn’t feel my feet
but i don’t have cold feet
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