Rampages Eastward

by red steppes

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Track 3 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).

lyrics

You weren't much
Just dust swirling in your car,
smoke on my mother's porch,
and your flippant heart

I don't know you
I did not count your grey hairs
I cannot say you'll die before you hit sixty-five
though you're likely to

Oh, I was caught in some long summer
Gone black-eyed from borrowing your steam
So I lose myself sometimes,
but I'm not unredeemed

And I envy them:
your hands and the space they span,
the attention that they demand
and do not seem to mind

But you curse and fold
just as autumn is crawling in
Still, what rampages eastward, wet and slickly red
won't make you bold

Oh, I was caught in some long summer
Gone black-eyed from borrowing your steam
So I lose myself sometimes,
but I'm not unredeemed

I pace low lately
in this box with its windows barred
a big cat in a circus cart
sleepless next door for the gallery

But do your neighbours know
about the crowding of aborted scales
the vanished signal in the static space of interstates
and your loud, loud voice?
Do they know your loud voice?

Oh, I was caught in some long summer
Gone black-eyed from borrowing your steam
So I lose myself sometimes,
but I'm not unredeemed

credits

released April 13, 2017
Nika Aila States: vox, baritone guitar
Andrew Maguire: percussion
Ben Goldberg: clarinets
Rob Shelton: piano, keys

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