Without a Parachute
from Hasta La Bye Bye by The Oswalds
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lyrics
on the inside i was standing at the bottom of esteem and i was without a parachute
how is it i’m the only one arriving at this function feeling i’m without a parachute
you know. you feel the same.
like every cloud in the sky is a kite she flies
every stone on the beach looks like a heart to me
light in our bones somehow
every ray of light at night so bright it blinds me now
take these wings of wax my son see how long your luck will run without a parachute
make a joke about it but the ground is fast approaching all of us without a parachute
you say you feel the same
they head north in bare feet, in the darkened desert cold
on a dirt path lit by stars in trailers gangsters stole
lights up ahead
crows in the road
it’s cold as shit and ugly say you love me
it’s 1 am we’re freezing like i please you p-p-please please me
“i know you feel the same.”
this was what the guy at the bar said to me, one night.
“i’d like you to meet my wife, she is death to all life.”
it is her... smoke burning my eyes
like how you recognize a spider bite, it is her
Her eyes searching for the Pleiades
Her hair swirling in the blossom breeze
Her smile shining like the moonlit leaves
I’m hers that’s all I can ever be
these are days plain uninspiring often nothing feels real clever
all my sarcasm and banter why the bother gets no better
purple mountains majesty a miracle she found me
every human said my dad enjoys ice cream and liberty
her eyes melting hearts like ice cream cones
her ascending through my icy bones
her lips tick upon the microphone
this here this is what we call my home
think you hit the bottom then the dark finds you unsure
there’s no bottom you keep falling parachute’s for her
it’s the way things will be now much as things always were
everybody said my dad hates a police officer
her eyes searching for the Pleiades
her hair swirling in the blossom breeze
her smile shining like the moonlit leaves
I’m hers that’s how it will always be
I’m hers that’s all I can ever be
how is it i’m the only one arriving at this function feeling i’m without a parachute
you know. you feel the same.
like every cloud in the sky is a kite she flies
every stone on the beach looks like a heart to me
light in our bones somehow
every ray of light at night so bright it blinds me now
take these wings of wax my son see how long your luck will run without a parachute
make a joke about it but the ground is fast approaching all of us without a parachute
you say you feel the same
they head north in bare feet, in the darkened desert cold
on a dirt path lit by stars in trailers gangsters stole
lights up ahead
crows in the road
it’s cold as shit and ugly say you love me
it’s 1 am we’re freezing like i please you p-p-please please me
“i know you feel the same.”
this was what the guy at the bar said to me, one night.
“i’d like you to meet my wife, she is death to all life.”
it is her... smoke burning my eyes
like how you recognize a spider bite, it is her
Her eyes searching for the Pleiades
Her hair swirling in the blossom breeze
Her smile shining like the moonlit leaves
I’m hers that’s all I can ever be
these are days plain uninspiring often nothing feels real clever
all my sarcasm and banter why the bother gets no better
purple mountains majesty a miracle she found me
every human said my dad enjoys ice cream and liberty
her eyes melting hearts like ice cream cones
her ascending through my icy bones
her lips tick upon the microphone
this here this is what we call my home
think you hit the bottom then the dark finds you unsure
there’s no bottom you keep falling parachute’s for her
it’s the way things will be now much as things always were
everybody said my dad hates a police officer
her eyes searching for the Pleiades
her hair swirling in the blossom breeze
her smile shining like the moonlit leaves
I’m hers that’s how it will always be
I’m hers that’s all I can ever be
credits
from Hasta La Bye Bye,
released October 1, 2015
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Camden Joy Middlebury, Vermont
lo-fi americana and caustic wit swirl about a 1970s suburban garage where a 1950s country band plays timeless originals and succinct gems.
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