Aphids (working title)
i barely write anything anymore lately other than the songs i am working on. so in the spirit of trying to update a journal i will post the following for an entry. i finished it recently and will be recording it in about two weeks. maybe i'll post that too.
We take one step ahead at a time and we march upon broken words that we've slurred and we can't shake out of our minds.
We lament in a hospital bed, and we'll siphon the sap from the stems, and pretend that the aphids will cover the dead.
We've ascended from all the wars we've won and now we're one step down from rewriting the psalms that we're laboring underneath and we'll sell them all.
I suppose I was wrong when I aired all our problems and all of our affairs degradingly callow, and bare.
But my best intentions were laid on the floor by my face and remain a phantom of what I create (but this time we'll stay).
We've ascended from all the wars we've won and now we're one step down from rewriting the psalms that we're laboring underneath and we'll sell them all.
Will we sell it all?
We take one step ahead at a time and we march upon broken words that we've slurred and we can't shake out of our minds.
We lament in a hospital bed, and we'll siphon the sap from the stems, and pretend that the aphids will cover the dead.
We've ascended from all the wars we've won and now we're one step down from rewriting the psalms that we're laboring underneath and we'll sell them all.
I suppose I was wrong when I aired all our problems and all of our affairs degradingly callow, and bare.
But my best intentions were laid on the floor by my face and remain a phantom of what I create (but this time we'll stay).
We've ascended from all the wars we've won and now we're one step down from rewriting the psalms that we're laboring underneath and we'll sell them all.
Will we sell it all?