all your household objects are alive
like your empty goldfish bowl
and your vacant answering machine
all the things that used to be quiet are now speaking, screaming
little red fellow on the porch
you always had a feeling he was getting scorched in the sun
just now recently you realized he wasnt swooning
he probably went crazy from the big, full, orange moon
broken flower pot
broken, you are broken
all your household objects are alive
when your lonely, and youve forgotten how to die
you wish tappingbird would come and take you away
but in the end its sick and in your bed youll stay
all the birds are chirping, blue and yellow
they are spreading rumours that youve sunk down to that level
you might be thrashing in your head
but they are the ones destroying themselves and crying in bed
i first met ben mccormick at my middle school geography bee. thank goodness i dropped my guitar pick next to him. he picked it up and said "do you like eric clapton?" the rest is history :-) Will Orchard
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023