It’s a long drive. I’m breathing in a little piece of fire now, and the fear pours out my lungs. As it danced back in the traffic lights you told me, “that’s not how it’s supposed to be,” ‘cause you’ve seen it. That navy blue, that stone in you never was the cold part; it’s the shards it leaves behind. And tossing that spark in the street, I start to see if I don’t think of something then we’re gonna find a sharper one in me. Somewhere in between burning down most everything and falling back asleep. So when I tell you how the pieces fall apart, I cover up my mouth ‘cause I’m not quite myself. Brushing over navy blue across your heart, I cover up my mouth ‘cause I’m not quite myself. Sure it’s overcast, and we never mind the indoors either way. It’s just the way they stay. But in that spotted glass, I count the handprints and I can’t stop seeing claw marks. They remind me I’m not wild like I used to be. So if crystals still can heal, tell me how. Can you show me? If I’m just tying stones together, help me out. Can you show me? ‘Cause I keep finding something sharp but don’t know how to make it stop, so can you show me? Can you help me figure out?
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This Atlanta group have a unique take on Americana, bridging queer cabaret culture of the 1920s and '30s with punchy contemporary rock. Bandcamp New & Notable May 28, 2019