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Driftwood Head

by Native Tongue

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1.
Dimly Lit 01:05
2.
Rorschach 04:08
I've been busy throwing stones again Aimed at my own head And writing all my sins in sand Mind adjusts to giving up slowly My compass spun apart This is body treading in ocean With no land to swim for I want to paint my mind So someone else can see the disease in me But it comes out as Rorschach ink The specks in me Distorting all that I see A splinter, a cataract that colors everything I need a brighter light at my feet To cut through My clouded lens And set my vision free My brother's planks don't bother me; My little specks are all I see From far off it seems like a speck but in close to me all My splinters are divining rods that lead me in circles Your rose lens is sweet but it hurts my head to see through it
3.
Prism 04:52
Such an uneasy beast that we form Once you leave your God outside of the door As your mind tries to classify this It infers that we're lovers, and nothing more Split out your colors like a prism Our different shades might disagree I want to bottle up your ocean See just the parts I want to see You've invited in a wolf Just to keep the cold away It's skin on skin at arm's length This tale concluded, yet it's still so fresh, so young We're sharks bathed in bloody water Assailed with scents but the body is long gone Where are we going? My arms are tired out From building up new walls Every time We push each other's down We tangle crooked spines Then carefully pull apart And reopen our eyes I wanna hurt you when I leave And I hate the way you've left your marks on everything around me The sermon is absent But the worship is strong As she's baptized in light on my bed For the fourth Sunday this month But love is not for us No, we're too dirty now So this is best we've got No we're too dirty now
4.
Gray 04:18
Free Truly free You got your choices now Cause God ain't got your limbs on strings Scratch your itches till they bleed Filling stomach, filling bed Cut the roots from off your feet Severed anchor, driftwood head Vertigo from watching the world's axis spin underneath See all your friends as spies They're plotting your demise You say the earth's dull and gray; I agree Of course it's amorphous when you make it bow flat at your feet A house Built alone Lets in all the rain But at least it's shelter, feels safe Grow to love your painting more Than the muse it was inspired from You've forgotten your first love You forgot your native tongue You'll never get your fill And you don't even like the taste And the suns always half down in your sky Still hoping it's morning that gets birthed from the twilight They say that to heaven's broad expanse The entire sum of hell is but one grain of sand
5.
Paresthesia 04:26
History plays its favorite game, repeating A cycle completing It returns for me again A fin in the water It pulls me down, I don't resist Cause it feels familiar The door was open but I could not pass through It's pins and needles when I move Taste the saccharine pseudo sweet excuses Let it numb your tongue to joy, to hate, to passion My flint is dull my tinder's wet My joints contractured A pose that I can't break just yet Because I fear the fractures With paralytic mind and akasthasia head A silent seizure and I die from exhaustion My Lord was calling I was staring at my net Birth is beckoning, I'm Wishing I was diseased or asleep cause then I could say I was unable at least I'm like a candle burning that has been left lit too long My fuel is fading and I've burned out my wick I've been sitting in the breakers too long My body's finally used to the beating I felt too moved without doin any moving Glazed over eyes reflect light as the world passes by The door was open but I could not pass through It's pins and needles when I move My Lord was calling I was gazing at my net Birth is beckoning, I'm burying my dead
6.
I cannot shake that sound of footsteps A noise that shakes my ground and echoes in my eardrum I'm seeing different sets of footprints And trying to follow with a phantom at my heels Can't hear what future's trying to say to me Because the past knows all my sins and when it speaks it screams It always speaks, I always listen, it splits my head, into divisions And future ghosts, they blur my vision I want to run away In former days they were translucent Now they're turning opaque and I can't see light through them Its a biting wind in still rooms Heavy sense of sin gives birth to sickly blooms I'm tired of calculated steps I want to run I want to sing I want to love recklessly again I feel a great divide Gaping like a wound Between old blood and new love And their pull tears me in two I feel an empty space It's weighing heavy and sits down in my chest I feel prodigal at best Its a biting wind in still rooms Heavy sense of sin gives birth to sickly blooms I'm tired of calculated steps I want to run I want to sing I want to love recklessly again I'm chasing future ghosts, what I could have been Being chased by the ghosts of what I should have been
7.
Tell your despair, my friend, I'll tell you mine I must've weighed it out a thousand times I feel the twitching of my tongue But words are caught somewhere between my lips and lungs I've lost and found God so many times The chase is all that is keeping me alive Is this the way that things have always been? Writing it off as just original sin I can't wash the taste from off my tongue You're finding out that it's much harder to sing when you don't know if the words are what you really believe My world's small and gray, my specks are all I see The ghosts in my ear drown out the songs of birth that beckon to me I'm like a well that has long run dry You drop your bucket down to draw but you're just scraping the sides And my throat has gone numb from screaming so long They stopped listening years ago Cough constriction from out your lungs The light burns ya blind cause it's too bright to see And they say "son just be grateful that it didn't consume your body" Your fragile form is unworthy I was told that the shepherd breaks the legs of his sheep To protect them from the perils of their wandering And it's hurting Strange mercy Now it feels like you're sinking in a sea of belief But as you feel your bones snapping did you ever think It can't be called love that's doing this to you

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released September 25, 2015

Produced, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Tate Mercer at Forty-One Fifteen Studios in Nashville, TN

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