Take back my socks and feelings for an hour after noon
Slay orb spiders, still I'm hearing 'William, no not so soon'
I play with my anti-histamine as rash begins to flair
Later on I peek at falling tree from behind a floral chair
Un-tap my head, climb back to bed, unstitch my thread
The hour's up, I warm her toes as eyes begin their talks
Before losing their sight in upstate New York parking lots
She said:
'Go sing up to the stranger in grocery aisle 3, and practice such things daily in your nomadic trolley'
I've been analyzed and catalyzed as I barn danced alone,
But now no more of hog poo, or the acting as I'm prone
At lunch we melt my fear away in a salmon sandwich stream
At Stewart’s we begin again with birthday cake ice cream
Un-tap my head, climb back to bed, unstitch my thread
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016