true story

04/20/2012

writing lyrics. imagine Modest Mouse meets yelling music.

we find our selves in the strangest places
behind the two ogres and the crack motels
i lived with a crooked bird in a crowded cave
we clicked and clacked under the feet of the witches, witches
they were not kind
they were not cruel
just witches, witches

auburn frizzy hair and deep black eyeliner
ruddy thick fingers with claws
she beckoned me to secrets
i could not hear her incantations
all i could hear was her damnations

sometimes i think that i live there still
will i have to beg for my dinner
will i have to beg for love?
i’ve never been safer than in harm’s way
i’ve never been safer than in harm’s way
i know the worst that you hold.

we wrap ourselves in our wings
you never hear us sing but too loud
i’m learning to take up space
gonna feather myself down to a safer place.
i’ve never been safer than in harm’s way
i’ve never been safer than in harm’s way
i know the worst that you hold.

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