about
One day you wake up and think why should I try so hard? What is the purpose? Human connection is fleeting. Communications are often misunderstood. Why do I need to keep this social world going? New memories are just scars. so maybe one day I'll get a point across and it'll be welcome and understood and it will be so perfect that it will be treasured. but let's be frank: things that are treasured end up on shelves where they are reduced to meaningless tasks: dusting and memories. it all ends up cast aside inevitably.
lyrics
Stuck in a rut
but hey it's only getting deeper by the hour
and each NEW LITTLE CUT is just a memory
to lick numb
until your deaf, dumb, and blinded by the lights
There's a flicker going on... and the lightning's envious
of the charade inside
Indoors, we're painting pictures of oceans trying to dive in and swim
Far, far, far, far away but the STRANGLES AND THE RIPTIDE WON'T LET GO
the door's a lock and I've swallowed the key-- you can cut me open for it!
SO
STRETCH ME WIDE, SO WIDE, SO WIDE, SO WIDE
So, cover the horizon, eclipse the sunlight
WAVE MY SKIN LIKE A JOLLY RODGER
and offer the happy-ones good quarter
and in the off-time we'll nurse the poison just to kill the memory
and maybe ONE DAY it'll be alright, I'll open my mouth and the words will flow
and ONE DAY, you'll hear, and I'll be there, with arms so wide, so wide, oh so wide
It will all fit in this little velvet box that sits in the corner of my shelf
where I’ll dust it daily and pray that my hope never goes stale again
credits
from
AHFHAOTA (original),
released May 1, 2022
produced and mixed by josef saint
2005:
Josef Saint: vocal, guitar, found object drum set, piano, violin, vending-machine digital recorder, automatic airsoft pistol
2021-2022:
Jenny Rae Mettee : Cello
Jeff Byers: Lead Guitar
Josef Saint: Percussion, Keyboards
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