Your heart is buried in my head,
Your heart is buried in my head,
Once I heard with your ear, your ear instead,
Have you heard nothing I have said?
All you talk about is death,
All you talk about is your death.
Oh I am spoiled, oh so rotten,
Don't you think that I've forgotten.
All of life spent payin’ your choices’ rent,
As if I had a choice, amen.
They say the sun is crying wolf,
As many a bloom bloom early to die young.
But it's the air the frostbitten air,
It's the air the frostbitten air,
Where our words lie,
Where our words lie,
Where our words lie...
Where is the truth unlike my words complete?
Where is the truth unlike my words complete?
Would that war were obsolete, obsolete, obsolete...
How beautiful the feet,
How beautiful the feet,
Of those who bring me any good news at all.
How beautiful the feet.
Your heart is deep in the earth,
Your heart is all I'm worth,
There's no such thing as second birth,
Only the first, only the first kind,
Feels like it's yet to come.
Death gets no better, no worse, no better, no worse,
Death gets no better, no worse, no better, no worse,
Oh, my nature, mama nature,
Oh can I not hate ya?
Can I not bait ya?
Oh, Papa am I becoming like you now?
How? To be born for the very first time?
Oh love you give me more than I can stand,
Oh love you give me more than I planned,
Oh love I'm too tired, too tired
To be your man.
Oh love, everybody's dressin' famous,
Oh love, everybody's shameless,
Oh love, would you do me the honor,
And speak my name in vain?
Speak, my name is vain.
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"My Bones Are Singing" is a reminder that sometimes the simplest truths are the most profound. Those Lavender Whales strike the difficult balance between earnestness and sincerity, without emotional pandering or thematic dilution. It’s a peculiar, refreshing, and beautiful record. Read my full review here: https://wp.me/pbqE3E-Ja EJ Olsen
supported by 4 fans who also own “YourHeartisBuriedinMyHead”
Like when you find something private that someone dropped in a public place, and you decide to open it to find out to whom it belongs, and you read something personal accidentally, and you find yourself in it. You know what I mean? Andrew
Sam Phillips’s 2009 Christmas album gets expanded and remastered, its unadorned songs the perfect antidote to saccharine holiday tunes. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 16, 2019