Factories in Minnesota
sound an ominous hum
as night falls over
(an) empty truck stop town forty miles from Fargo
and the roads are pitch black
You're getting off
at the next exit 'cause you're getting low on gas
and the convenience store is closed
You haven't seen headlights in hours
Just deer
Just black
This is how I
associate the dark in December
when I'm on my way home
Blocking out the wind
Leaning up against the bus stop structure walls if you're lucky
Watching cockroaches
dig for scraps of nutrients in
piles of garbage and dirt
I can still hear the hum
I was a(n)
unseen pest that fed on rust
We found home in the infrastructure
No gates to block this sudden flood
We throw our ghosts into the gutters
Walk along the medians like tightropes
Asleep on concrete beds
No rest, he's out for blood
The stress is weighing down your shoulders
Stumble 'cross the dreary sidewalk
Horns and headlights, you slept atop the crosswalk
They live in hopeless bliss
Sometimes I wish I could give in
My hands burn holes in pockets
I summon cigarettes and piss
I am the pigeon god
and I'll feed the roaches when I'm gone
Born of a heartache
Spun from the twine of love
Becoming the property
(of) the force that pulls the strings
Falling in love with someone I hardly know
doesn't fill the void
Helps to warm my bones
(I listen as they creak)
Strip malls and million dollar homes
Syringes and snow
Blood and broken glass in the roads
The auras in the sky
from five towns away
Bodies radiating frequencies
Collective in the streets
What music we could be
but it's all lost
in the noise
(I was tuned in once before)
The threads of our existence
sown like patterns on a quilt
We wrapped it tight around us
We slept beneath the shield
Our voices trailed behind our backs
like tracks in frozen fields
A whole forest worth of firewood
and two decades worth of guilt
I still feel them here
I see their ripples
in the atmosphere
I look to my sides
No one's around
but I know you're there
wherever life has brought you
What makes you feel warm?
I watch the fields pass
I fall back asleep
I can see the light illuminate the sky
I roll up the window
I sink into the seat
I can see the light illuminate the sky
I pull onto mainstreets
I leave my heart behind
I can feel the tears well up in my eyes
Your presence is my blanket
I pull my coat closed
I sight down the road
I can see my breath saturate the air
The moon is a bulb
The sky has a pulse
I can see my breath saturate the air
Odors
blow from the mesa
The stench of rotting flesh
A man approaches me
He says that's not somebody's pet
or roadkill
That's something big
It's buried shallow too
It brings back memories
You'll smell it too next week
A vinegaroon was hunting in the shadows
I watched it wave its pincers
I fed my headphones through my sweatshirt
and closed my eyes
Passengers asleep aboard
the 157
Same ones there every night
From Taylor Ranch to Louisiana
They come and go
And that's my family for the night
The night air is frigid
I can't move my fingers
And now I remember who I am
Alone with the streetlights
The wind cries out to me
but I can't make out a single word
The night air is frigid
I can't move my fingers
And now I remember who I am
Alone with the streetlights
The wind cries out to me
but I can't make out a single word
It just makes me feel cold
and I want it to stop
I woke up in Spokane
The slowing movement broke my sleep
as we approached the overpass
Lights blinking on the rooftops of buildings
Helicopters sitting dormant on their pads
People exited the train to smoke cigarettes
Rows of cars were parked behind the barbed wire fence
Graffiti coats the walls of the station
A light pole was cradling a bird's nest
I couldn't help but think of being stranded there
I heard the hum ring throughout the Washington air
and after years of wondering what it is
I've concluded it's the music, and we are always tuned in
I know that I was wrong
to search for something more
when everything I love
was a part of the very air I breathe
all along
They tried to close the ditches
(with) fences and locks
but we just moved on
Now can't we settle down?
Hold me in your arms
Silence is death
Silence is death
I'll wear your whispers like a jacket
I'll fall asleep inside your breath
I hear your voice under the bridges
Your tires mark the overpass
On station walls and bathroom stalls
We paint this city like a canvas
Black ice coats the surface of the road
Nobody in their cars
Everyone avoids the cold
but tonight
I am the insects on the ground
I am one with the streets
I am sleeping in the road
and I'll let the horns sound
Just let me freeze
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Remixed/remastered- All original recordings and samples with exception of bass (originally midi), which was recorded in September 2022
credits
released January 8, 2023
Originally released January 8th, 2022
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