The Icterine Sessions
"Rafters" on iTunes, Bandcamp, and CDBaby:
itunes.apple.com/us/album/rafters-ep/id465137053
www.tallheights.bandcamp.com
www.cdbaby.com/cd/tallheights
LYRICS:
Ceiling tiles, falling down
Sellin secrets between now
And defeated past on last defense.
The walls can't keep the warmth in here
This busted house of cans of beer:
Aluminum, some plaster and some fear.
There are her bones, there are the fossils
There near the sewer pipe.
There between floors, between wars
There on a 2x4.
Harmonic note still humming from her lyre
Just set my little soul on fire.
In the shape of my latest sin
In the wake of soon moving on
Though this house is crumbling down
She's whispering her last words now.
Did he love her there on the floor?
When he pressed his mark in that knotted board
Pressed an oath in that knotted board.
Two names, one shape, tangled minor chord.
Wrapped around their sweet accord, wrapped around their love and stored.
The first day got away, then so many more.
A decade passed, and then a score.
Now winter falls.
Decay and dark creating art, showing the world just where you really are.
Oh, sweet Louise,
Since eighty three,
While paneling and pyramids fall down.
Oh, sweet Louise,
Now I believe
In rafters in a beat-up, blue-neck town,
In turning tides, in me, in hidden vows.
There are her bones, there are the fossils
There near the sewer pipe.
There are her bones, there are the fossils
Unfinished song I complete.
There on his throne, here in his castle
My Pygmalion ivory.
Here on my own, like this home
The landlord collects his fee.
I'm growing old so alone
and
These ceiling tiles are falling down. I'm seeing what I've got to see.
