i could not foresee this, this
fragile wingbone in your wrist
and i could not predict this, this
frigidness
because the sun is so hot this morning, it
scorches the blankets on
which we are sleeping
and we’re drinking a gallon of water
and reading a book
about fire
and a bird flies in through the bedroom window
and it lands on your mouth
and enters your throat
so i enter my tongue there
and [ooh] feel for its feathers
and [ooh] its fragile wingbone
and i could not predict this, this
spaciousness
in the gap between its beak and its feathers
[ooh] there is a blanket
and [ooh] there is a mattress
where i could fall asleep, i think
wearing nothing
and you could fall asleep there too
[ooh, ooh, ooh]
[ooh, ooh, ooh]
credits
from 2007,
released November 24, 2017
me on guitar
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023