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furniture & meat
03:25
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Never felt so much like a piece of meat til that night in your living room in front of the TV. You didn't mean it that way, and I wanted it, I just want to complain. I'm inconsolable. I can't feel happy. Realizing you can't get everything you want can be devastating. The sight of my furniture makes me sick. Nightmares come to life and they settle in my stomach, but I've got my legs back so I must be okay. Once I'm back to the beach house, I'll be over and far away. I'm inconsolable. I can't feel happy. Realizing you can't get everything you want can be devastating. I told everyone I want to take a road trip, but really I just want to take a sip of you. I'm inconsolable. I can't feel happy. Realizing you can't get everything you want can be devastating.
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Note to self: put this in a time capsule, swallow it, and keep it in your throat. August fifteenth--you met somebody you had already met before and you remembered how to fall in love. And not the kind that's over in just three days, or the kind where you fake it til you never make it, but the kind that you had that one time a while ago. Don't forget, don't forget, deep breaths, deep breaths. A year from now this will do you good. Note to self: put this in a time capsule, swallow it, and keep it in your throat. August fifteenth--you met somebody you had already met before and you remembered how to fall in love. A year from now this will do you good.
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goner
01:58
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A few happy memories--recalling fantasies where we got so sweaty all we could taste of each other was salt of the other. Your fault. My fault. Your fault. My fault. Have a laugh at yesteryear's heartbreak and wasted tears. I've got some brand new fears. Check the closet--all clear. No monsters or ghosts of some goners drowned deep underwater. I'm someone's daughter, you know. My mother's always blowing up at me. Maybe one day she'll see. Maybe one day I'll get old. All we could taste of each other was salt of the other, drowned deep underwater. I am a goner. Take this lamb to the slaughter. Your fault. My fault. Your fault. My fault. Oh, I'll tell my mother. Your fault. My fault. Your fault. My fault. (I am a goner.) Your fault. My fault. Your fault. My fault. (I am a goner.) Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.
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Blankets for Laura Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Blankets for Laura is the mostly defunct solo music project of Shay Park. She now makes music with Soda Club. facebook.com/sodaclubpgh
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