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Am Baobhan-Sìth
05:21
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Sun melts down early so
There's quiet in the streets:
Just somebody's stereo,
Faint four-on-the-floor beats.
The day got over fast,
They seem to do that now...
Not that there's much that needs to last.
You ever wonder how
Spiders plan so perfect all
Those perfect little threads
When people run right into walls
And bruise their sorry heads?
Vagueblogging at 1AM
Subtweeting my crush again
And I've been staying up all night
With my head lost in stars,
Watching shadows in my room
Change with the passing cars.
The only thing left that is bright
's one small orange LED.
Feel like I'm stuck inside a tomb
Might be a baobhan-sìth.
'Cause oh my goddess, got a thirst
For human life; I am the worst
I've been since chasing mountains
Looking for the settled sea.
Don't even know what it is like
To be wanted. Heart's on a pike,
Blood pouring out in fountains
Thinking, "must be heavenly!"
Feel like I should've been kissed by now;
I've just turned twenty-five.
I guess I'm madder they say this is how
You know you've been alive.
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Levels in Paladin
05:18
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Candles for the Cailleach-Bheur
Been praying to Brìde lately.
Guess I've just been spending air
Crying for anyone who'll save me...
I put so much armor on
Just gonna sink that much faster,
Bottom of the Acheron,
Immortalized in alabaster.
Fuck this, I tried playing the hero,
Pennate figure, nimbus 'round my skull.
It didn't help me face my fear, though.
Just another sainthood to annul
And now my skin's gone soft like rose gold.
Bend me around your finger so
You can say it's the world that grows cold
When it's you who covered me in snow.
There's too many patriarchs,
And they're not gonna dethrone themselves, so
I know faith's not very Marx...
It might be time to get into spells, though.
I was so strong
But what's a giant when they're on their knees?
It's been so long
Is there even a heart between tits like these?
I feel all wrong
Who could look up to one so far down?
Spent this whole song
In tears with wolf's milk growing on my crown.
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Take me as far away from home as possible.
Late streets aglow with amber lights
Off-white ones in the distance flicker;
Valleys open, pouring unfamiliar sights
Take me as far away from home as possible.
Put some night driving music on.
When they notice that we're not there,
It will be too late because we'll be long gone.
Goodbye, flat Midwestern landscapes,
And please don't bother to write.
No time for hugs, waves, and handshakes.
They'd just be disguising spite.
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