if you find yourself alone
at some bar with envy
and anxiety pinning in you place
holding you against the wall
behind a crowded knot of limbs
all breaking their bones in thirst
all biting nails to bone
all filling the space of someones’ ghost
wait for me
chances are
i’m not too far behind
that i’m the broken body next to yours
the face of a thousand men before
that you’re only a one more in me
St. John will carry us home tonight
wandering down the crooked streets
through the places that we use to meet
i’m starting to understand
i caught you almost taking flight
and whispering to the waning moon
last night, and
willing it beneath the western world
i held the tide at bay
as it swelled around your shaking legs
pushed it all inside of me
to lift your sinking mood
and ease the pain
i see you now,
i’ve watched you run with wolves
caught glimpses of you
blurring between the winter trees
but then i turn around
and i
find you sleeping in our single bed
with dirt beneath your fingernails
just laughing in a dream
let’s build a home, let’s move up north
let’s leave our principles
our problems
and our parents’ homes
we’ll never pay it off
never pass it on
let’s find something else entire
until were torn in two
completely devastated by the way
we are
the pain we hide inside
but never wander, lose our course
like wounded birds lost in a storm
// // // //
When summer ends
and invitations send
and all your loved ones write
to wish you well
and sign off with a psalm
i’ll wait with you
i hoped you never dress in black
or lay a flower on a cask
When winter moves
through holes in cloths
bury yourself in blankets
by a thousand books
I'll wait with you
So maybe lets stay in tonight
forget about this suffering
and save it for a better time
a better place
to forget that nothing in this world
was made to last
and there
in a slow dance
can become each others'
missing step
Composer, artist, and 12k label founder Taylor Deupree collaborates with Joseph Branciforte to reimagine his own seminal album. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2024
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs