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hair so blonde it’s nearly white
like the siding on the house that’s faded outside
the room too full of morning light
you can't crawl back in bed and cry, not ’til tonight
the warm summer sky splitting open wide
while all of the years got stuffed back inside
in a drawer labeled "black hole"
the evidence vanishes to where god knows
and the papers were signed
I’m sure that he was waving
but I don’t have that scene
available for playing
and all of these years of feeling sorry
for something
but not sure what
and some sort of half-buried truth
the smell of fermentation
and half-rotted fruit
the heavy weight of expectation
that fell on all of us
the burden of unshakeable proof
the papers were signed
I’m sure that he was waving
but I don’t have that scene
available for playing
and all these years of feeling sorry
for something
but not sure what
all of these years
I’m sorry
but not sure why
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206 Bones :: Remix
03:03
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206 bones
pockets full of spare keys
to houses I don't live in anymore
they weigh me down completely
but I cannot seem to let them take their leave of me
and after so long of carrying sharp words on my tongue
I've earned the right to be earnest
when you pare it down to the last few things
the last few things to get done are always the hardest
two hundred and six bones
only one heart
and when the wood house it burns down
all that's left are bolts and hinges, nails and screws
we couldn't hold it all together
when the flame, it lit the fuse
two hundred and six bones
only one heart
and lately we work all the time
to keep our hearts from getting broke
afraid of missing out
afraid of letting go
two hundred and six bones
but only one heart
with thanks to anthony f. marra, whose novel “a constellation of vital phenomena,” inspired this song.
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Paralysis Bug :: Remix
04:02
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paralysis bug
I don't know what paralysis bug bit me
under my skin, numbed it cold
numbed my fingers and my toes
and cast a frosty glow
on my mind
paralysis bug bit me deep inside
no marks on the skin, it burrowed deep within
tunneling left and right and up and down
and freezing everything without making a sound
and I couldn't get myself up out of this chair
I couldn't even brush my hair
I couldn't do anything but stare
at the wall in front of me
paralysis bug is swift and sharp
drove its pointy teeth and claws right into my heart
and though I took the pills at the start of every day
like a good girl
and I couldn't get myself up out of this chair
I couldn't even brush my hair
I couldn't do anything but stare
at the wall in front of me
and they haven't found a cure
it's a puzzle they can't solve
they figure that it must be me
and it's a guilt they won't absolve
and I couldn't get myself up out of this chair
I couldn't make myself care
I couldn't do anything but stare
as the walls closed in on me
and I couldn't get myself up out of this chair
I couldn't even brush my hair
I couldn't do anything but stare
at the wall in front of me
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Vanessa Peters Austin, Texas
Indie singer/songwriter from Texas. Musician, Italophile, Virgo, coffee nerd, food lover, bossy-pants, big ol' softie.
I've released 10+ albums and played over 1000 shows in 11 countries. I'm not done yet.
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