Track 1 off of "A Mouth May Grow", the forthcoming full-length. I'll be doing pre-orders for that in the next month, so you can also grab this then (along with the other ten official tracks, and a little extra bonus song for those who grab the whole thing).
for once go taste your own strong salt.
Go touch the crowded tongues of mustard,
go kiss the cormorant bones,
but don't hold me; My hands can't offer help.
Go find a frame where I am not the only thing
in which you see yourself.
you wrap yourself up in that nice brown bag –
you squint into that amber spyglass,
and you spot steadier land
where I see stars above the softest marsh's mud.
If you can stand there you'll be proud, but if you can't
what passing hand will pull you up?
Underneath the sacks of seed and bags of sallow hay
up comes the cattail reed, up comes the bottom of the bay.
Go sew your broken teeth between the rows of overwatered wheat;
A mouth may grow, though the field lays fallow
What billows at your front porch now?
If that's your white shirt on the fishing wire
I will not cut it down.
I won't hold you; I cannot keep you still.
The wind's been chewing at the sun's slight ribs,
and now it's getting at you too.
released March 26, 2017
Nika Aila States: vox, acoustic guitar
Mateo Lugo: electric guitar
Teddy Rankin Parker: cello
Andrew Maguire: percussion
Synth: Mateo Lugo and James Riotto
Piano: Robert Shelton
Written by Nika Aila States
Produced by James Riotto and Nika Aila States
Engineered by James Riotto at Tiny Telephone in San Francisco.
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