when you lay with me in bed
your eyes shine like ambulance sirens
& I can’t tell if you look beyond my face
o warden of silence
the soul curls up on a carousel
in flux it searches for a new shell
all these waiting games make my head spin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
there was a time when I was touched by truth
didn't just carve pleasure from all my fruits
everything's changing, then again it’s not
still as dizzy as when everything dropped
when I check my phone the message slips through
everyone back home they’re nobody new
I keep their pictures by the sink
there’s a part of me left in them I think
mal's in the hospital again
nav's selling pills to friends I had
& they sit in their circles
casting sun through the bends
sometimes I wish I was there
but im glad im not
i think that
i’m glad i’m not
i think that
i’m glad i’m not
i think that
the heart whirls backwards on a cassette loop
everything’s in place when im in my room
making these records, these tributes to dust
tear the days out of calendar husks
& the soul curls up on a carousel
in flux it searches for a new shell
all these waiting games make my head spin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
credits
from The Way We Were,
released April 16, 2021
ft. sam kelly on drums
What does "fuvk" mean in the first place? Well, find the letter "v" on a computer keyboard, and it will strike you immediately. An unusual name for an artist, and so is her music. I don't know from which corner of her head Shirley Zhu gets all of these splendid song ideas - but nevermind, I hope this source never runs dry. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)