from the south.

i think my songs mean too many things. words tell pages and paragraphs mean nothing. it’s especially bad when i write things at four in the morning. lyrics below and you can download the song here. i actually impulse bought a real microphone last night too, so maybe, one day, i’ll have pretty recordings.

there’s a rhythm in the space between
all the laughter
please don’t smile at me
’cause i know i’ll love you back
on the highways of the deeper south
past the roadsigns talkin’ all about
the way they take you home

and i won’t rest up at all
and i won’t speak when you call
if your heart gets too full
call ’em out, from the south

once the moments start to settle down
and the railways turn to carnival clowns
you will notice that i am not awake
so when you’re speaking to the little sounds
like vibrations, in the muddy ground
take note of how you feel

and i won’t rest up at all
and i won’t speak when you call
if your heart gets too full
call ’em out, from the south

and someday i will walk right out the open window pane
and i will take apart the avalanche of words that became names

and once there’s a written book
about monsters and the way they took
the one you thought you loved
oh will you let me freeze the days in place
and i will promise that we’ll stay the same
if you just make me laugh

and i won’t rest up at all
and i won’t speak when you call
if your heart gets too full
call ’em out, from the south