Talk to Her
The Marías
GENRE [Spoken]
It all comes and goes in waves
Everything looks the same
The cornfields, the town, the flies
The coughing, the musky air that (?)
Even through the ash infested fence from the fires
Eating away at the barks of trees
Like this moment, eating away at the last dose of happiness lingering on the dust of our bones
The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets
I clenched my body and pretended I was an embryo in my mother's woumb
It was the only source of warmth
And comfort that could sing me to sleep
But now i see the sheep out the window in green pastures
I hope they have water
I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated as one
And jumping over these low wire fences to freedom
I wonder how far I could make it without a human catching me
Taming me, and bringing me back to their living painting
A life to look at if they wash the dishes, smeared with my mother's milk that they stole from me
It's raining, finally, and the van is slowly drifting into the other lane slowly. Eddie is driving. Everyone else is asleep, sometimes coming up for air, their heads poking up like groundhogs before sinking back into their holes. But it's not all dark and grim, there are moments of hope, they come to me when it's quiet. They come to me when everyone is synched in their levels of happy which doesn't happen often, so when it does, it's nice. I wonder, if we'll look back and think that these miles of cornfeilds, these English breakfasts, these forced smiles, these moments that were gone, the momentary (?), thousands of little bugs pressed against our windshield, were all worth it
(?)
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
It all comes and goes in waves
Everything looks the same
The cornfields, the town, the flies
The coughing, the musky air that (?)
Even through the ash infested fence from the fires
Eating away at the barks of trees
Like this moment, eating away at the last dose of happiness lingering on the dust of our bones
The other night, wrapped in crispy motel sheets
I clenched my body and pretended I was an embryo in my mother's woumb
It was the only source of warmth
And comfort that could sing me to sleep
But now i see the sheep out the window in green pastures
I hope they have water
I sometimes imagine myself being reincarnated as one
And jumping over these low wire fences to freedom
I wonder how far I could make it without a human catching me
Taming me, and bringing me back to their living painting
A life to look at if they wash the dishes, smeared with my mother's milk that they stole from me
It's raining, finally, and the van is slowly drifting into the other lane slowly. Eddie is driving. Everyone else is asleep, sometimes coming up for air, their heads poking up like groundhogs before sinking back into their holes. But it's not all dark and grim, there are moments of hope, they come to me when it's quiet. They come to me when everyone is synched in their levels of happy which doesn't happen often, so when it does, it's nice. I wonder, if we'll look back and think that these miles of cornfeilds, these English breakfasts, these forced smiles, these moments that were gone, the momentary (?), thousands of little bugs pressed against our windshield, were all worth it
(?)
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
Don't stop giving up, don't stop giving up
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