When I woke up lying but not bound
I don’t know what kind of force
Had knocked me to the ground
Should I stay here or just flee the scene?
Conflicted emotion hybrid, human tangerine
Footsteps haunting, I hope they will pass
Through the nooks and crannies
Like an English muffin has
Vertigo view, count the ceiling tiles
I can’t see a damn thing but they seem to go for miles
Tell me all about me, I can’t live without me
I know something but I doubt it’s what I see
Make me make my living, make me do my bidding
I know something but it isn’t something me
I was younger, always caving in
Never knew exactly when my conscience would begin
So much hiding, hiding behind doors
Hiding in parked cars and caves
And dumpsters next to stores
Now I’m older, older every day
Crab-walking through someplace new
As for why, I can’t say
Floors like gym mats, blue and relenting
My existence is a means of how I know something
One of these days I’ll escape the maze
I can’t wait to see the look I’ll have upon my face
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Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022