1. |
Homebody Pt. 1
04:34
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Birds of Quarantine By: Nicolas Tirakis
Bullet fly
Through cloud of
Planets empty
Now the nothing of
What is and what was not
The futures' tenth time around
Ingrown, folded now
All in all
In what it has been
Inside the ingrown shade
Curious by heat
Loaded as prisoner
Held captive
By morning due
X-ray tree on mountain watch
With a locked and loaded one
Cold and assigned
And inline
Skins stable to the seats
Morphine in the blood
Thickens
As glue would
And it its slow flow
When all is empty inside
And the brain may expand
To love like a human
For landing dots of light
On a window to the silent distance
As rumbling seats, vibrate the senses
Drops back as cloud reflects humiliatingly on a toenail
Climbed out soft
On green
Paired with plain old remote standards
Twisted mind
In the cap of a cocoon like a field
Head dances in dead space
Left between an unconscious mind
And pillow thread
As background
As Thoughts' sleepy outfit
From this angle, viewed as what appears
As light of tunnel
Mixed warmly considerate of blankets under the self
As reminder
Stables for trains of the head
To bring the next clue
Heater closes the room
Encompasses the bed
Head-space folded
Sweet ones, some of it may be quite horror
Laying open
In the cracked cloud
Swimming and humming to the desolate binding of thought
As it lasts
Back to back
With juvenile shame
Slanging back to the addict's paranoid bit
Piano keys on melancholy
Echoed beautifully
In waves
Up to the tall roof and down
Takes shape into embodied gatherings of sound
Leaning ghost shoulder
On dark wooden walls
Each by decorated whiskey
Cornering over the pant session
Captive by a dome
Loose in the waves of the zopiclone
Where we float destitute
Comes in shapes of slow moving wind
And the brown air of no lights
Of non-existent mosquito galaxies
In the night room
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2. |
Wallow
03:09
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Stayed in bed all day
Hoping I would
Rot away today
What's the use?
Pushing through
Same routine
Won't be seen
It only gets worse
Feeble-minded always
Crushed up my pills that I'll take
Only to bury my old pain
Supply's all done what a waste
Live in my shame
Clean out my stains
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3. |
Dread Whatever
03:14
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Left all my
Worries behind
Underneath
My half-filled glass
Lost my worth
I am the dirt
Another sip
Got rid of it
I'm so tired
What's the point?
Null and void
Stuck at home
Feel alone
I'm so bored
It's all the same
Everyday
Need my escape
I wanna go
I want to go
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4. |
Sit Still
03:34
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Saw what I grew to become
Lifeless, broke, I am so done
With my life
There's no path on site
I'll forget
What I have set
For myself
Throw it all away
Dance to my dismay
Drown it all out
Feels too late
With my current state
What a dreadful day
Not worth the effort
I want a way out
To clear myself of all ideas and doubts
All these problems heading my way
They will stay, I will pay
Running dry and feeling empty
Repeat this through
With nothing
Much to do
Drink it all away
Dance to my dismay
Drown it all out
Feels too late
With my current state
What a dreadful day
Not worth the effort
Day and night
Passing through
Don't know what I'll do
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5. |
Lush
03:25
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Back and forth
Out for more
Daily chore
Feeling torn
All this wait
Need my case
Stood in line
Waste of time
Out of stock
On the clock
Blurry face
Got my chase
Staring at nothing
Card on hold
As I fold
Broken lines
Shaky high
All this wait
Close my door
What's it for?
Start again
Then pretend
Like it was
Way before
On the bed
Like the rest
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6. |
Homebody Pt. 2
02:41
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