Down here
On these city streets
I drink a couple of beers
Stay away from the crowds
Walk home and I go to sleep
Cuz it won't be long
Until I can feel the heat
I watch the bungled and the botched
Climb up the ladder
To the top
While an invisible hand
Pushes you along
And I walk on a wire
Of self desire and a fate
That's dead and gone
But I feel the ocean
I feel it right inside of my hand
But I can't see the fire
See it right down beside me
Moving to
The dead museums
That surround this town
You're only young in the city
For a couple of years
'Til you eat the shit they're feeding
And you drag this body
Up and down the stairs
And through the stares
Into a meaningless sky
To a postcard skyline
I feel the ocean
I feel it right down inside of my hand
But I can't see the fire
See it right down beside me
But I'm trying to relax on my porch
In this city
I'm trying to relax
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This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude