Marionette
Take what you can get
What you get is tangles, tangles, tangles.
Sleeping in fits, feeling counterfeit
Plagued with so many questions, questions, questions.
Is God dead or on some sailing ship?
Why can’t I see or hear him,
when I swear I’ve met him before?
Benzodiazepine
I thought he'd never come for me
Now he's standing at the door
I've got the strings, look at how they swing
The world was made in six days, guess what I'll make
Look at all these lands, I'm king by my own hand
Inexplicably barren, the strings now, they're tangling
It seems the seams have given up their hold
and now my needle has failed me, failed me, failed me
Old garish crown, throw it all away
somewhere between myself and the curtain
Taking equal inspiration from urban grit and the great outdoors, this bright, young, NorCal act readies upcoming album. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2015