This recording and performance are absolutely terrible. I'm sorry.
Nothing happened before these low quality recordings were made with a bad mic on a computer with no knowledge of how to make good recordings.
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Story behind the song
If anyone out there is doing an extensive textual analysis of my songs for their PhD thesis, it might help you to know that this song is related to "I Hope So, Mr. Maslow."
Lyrics
I can feel this house on stilts swaying in the wind.
Down below, in another room, you're in bed, sleeping in.
This weekend is rife with metaphor for us to try to swim in.
We lather on another coat of memories to our skin.
I went outside in the night, and saw my eyes rise to the sky.
As you slept you missed the rain; I stayed awake as it came.
I know that you'll know this song's about you; I need you to know that it's not.
It all just stems from this years most unfortunate lot.
You must know that we can carve from this whatever we want,
But to carve from flesh, as you know, almost always leaves a scar.
I went outside in the night, and saw my eyes rise to the sky.
As you slept you missed the rain; I stayed awake as it came.
I wish that we had walked on the beach at sunset,
So I could see your shadows dance the sand,
Playing at the water's edge like children,
All as the sun slides below the land.
I went outside in the night, and saw my eyes rise to the sky.
As you slept you missed the rain; I stayed awake as it came.
