somethin I wish I'd ever told you
hurryin back to twenty, -one, -two
is thinkin about those greenish colored eyes are on the first of every wet and humbled head ashamed of love
I'm serious man, I can't stop feelin
goin out naked nature air thin
comin on home to sand and water, lamb and slaughter
first of holiday time and makin pie
something I wish I'd ever told you
is flyin on planes I'd like to hold you
and nerves like never justified the feelin inside
the first of many old worries
and it's worth it to me
to skate around the bad times
and all the little feelings
get tucked away at bed times
what does it mean to take someone's heart??
and how do I dare not take it apart??
cuz thumbs and knuckles all are white with innocent spite the first of typical sign of dark night
what do I say if taking my time
means rushing all the wrong things??
I'd rather you take my mane
and deal with the bucking and fucking up again
because it's worth it to me
to skate around the bad times
and all the little feelings
get tucked away at bed times
and I never really
would think about tomorrow
cuz gurgling and reeling
I'd wile away and drown in maple sorrow
autumn, breast of fall
somethin I wish I'd ever told you
hurryin back to twenty, -one, -two
I'm serious man, I can't stop feelin
goin out naked nature air thin
On “La Maison Noir,” South African artist Petite Noir experiments with pop and dance, crafting a cathartic opus for himself and the Motherland. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 11, 2018