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Flip The Switch
02:20
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I can't seem to decide (I don't know who you are)
I can't seem to decide when to feel different (I don't know who I am)
It's impossible.
An anxiety high ridden out to the borders.
Stay with me until I feel alright and it's all over.
It's all on you.
I can't simply deny (I don't know who you are)
I can't simply deny these insecure feelings (I don't know who I am)
I try and I try, but resistance is futile.
Stay with me until I feel alright, until your love's dried out, withered up. and died.
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Primetime Fever
02:32
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Implications of what I should do light arrows on guide signs imploring everything be done at the right time and that’s fine.
Collectivize and disassociate.
Don’t stay.
And suddenly upon the dawning of the moment of actuality I'm spun around at the helm and controls and there switches and buttons that control everything we do and the possibilities of the sum of the lives that we live and I pretend from the outside and the gravity and the balance of the completeness and everything I do then I'm inside of myself an not myself and then I die.
Oh well.
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Build, Stop, Build
03:01
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Something’s amiss in reimagining futures with profits and sustainability for us.
Tradition is handed to those poised to accept it. The kids aren’t reaching out to carry it along.
I awoke from a dream where I was surrounded by children draped in their mother’s flags, unsettling millennials.
Excuse me I beg your pardon.
Sometimes a great notion.
Hearts told being perfect.
Why evolve when we could build sideways?
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Bad Saturn Return
05:16
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O false premonition,
o fleeting feeling,
when I close my eyes I’m haunted by notions of death.
My hand become clammy, my stomach knotted as I recall the story of Jean Dominique Bauby.
Will I be doomed to walk the Earth just to ask “Am I okay?” and never cease to wonder if there’s something ailing me.
The prospect of a heart attack in traffic and I lose control of the car and it goes spinning down the ravine.
Life is as fragile in a split second an we have the power to end it.
Will I be doomed to walk the Earth just to ask “Am I okay?” and never cease to wonder if there’s something ailing me.
I’ll die before I ever find out.
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Grammerhorn Wren Greenfield, Massachusetts
Medium-spicy post-whatever/rock music from Western Mass and Brooklyn
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