Swaying like a feather in the leatherette breeze
Gathering potential
Nothing stops the yellow line
From cutting through the road
The cactus juts its spiny fingers
Pretty hateful-looking gesture
I don't care I'm riding high
Gathering potential
You ask me why I sit here quiet
"You're one of those quiet ones," you say
Then I see that little smile
Oh yeah I see that little smile
"Thanks for the ride"
And I think, how am I here now?
The crease
In my well made mind
The pocket in my socket black-blind
The one wrong turn made miles ago and forgotten
Theses are why
The black crack
In my otherwise white lie
The one wrong turn at the wrong time
My pockets full of alibis
These are why
The fear that I will punch no hole in time
To be remembered by
The terror I will punch no hole in time
To be remembered by.
Swaying like a feather in the leatherette breeze
Gathering potential
Nothing stops the yellow line
It cuts right through the road.
We're slowing down and pulling over
The brakes squeal like a dirty beast
I don't care, I'm riding high
Gathering potential
It's pretty dark with all these trees here
It makes me think of Hansel and Gretel
The escape path the moon lit up for them
I look for mine
And calculate his weight in my mind
"Thanks for the ride"
And I know why I'm here now--
The crease
In my well made mind
The pocket in my socket black-blind
The one wrong turn made miles ago and forgotten
Theses are why
The black crack
In my otherwise white lie
The one wrong turn at the wrong time
My pockets full of alibis
These are why
The fear that I will punch no hole in time
To be remembered by
The terror I will punch no hole in time
To be remembered by.
The fear that I will punch no hole in time
To be remembered by
The terror I will punch no hole in time
Eva Lawitts’s latest album as Stimmerman offers up a dozen tracks of jagged, grunge-informed alt-rock with an experimental edge. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2020