The Earth Spins EP

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I Know, LYon

Some people

become mothers by surprise

When Tom made me hold you

In the backroom

I knew

You were mine

 

I said

Isn’t it fascinating

How a man’s voice can get so loud?

I said

Isn’t it fascinating

How the earth spins yet we stay on the ground?

 

We go out to

Miso and you ask

Me again

Mom and dad scream

Is it because of me?

 

I said no, Lyon

I said no, Lyon

You can stay with me tonight

Isn’t it fascinating

How we all grow

So old?

Isn’t it fascinating

How we still cant seem to do what we’re told?

 

We sleep in my bed

Backwards, upside-down

I shift the covers around

You stay up all 

Night I ask why

You say that it’s for God

Someone you don’t know

 

You said

Isn’t it fascinating 

How I scream into the night and no one comes?

You said isn’t it fascinating

How some people

They don’t know how to love?

 

I said I know, Lyon

I said I know.

This song is inspired by the short story "How to Tell Stories to Children" by Miranda July

FUN FACT!

 

Soft Bodies

You gotta think ahead, brother 
Cause everyone's out to get each other 
Epimetheus, you armed your creatures with fangs and claws
But my men have such soft, soft bodies 


Do you understand
My logic
Do you understand

Me?

 

You gotta see Epi
I’m not doing this for me I don’t want the glory
I gotta do what I think is right
Who knows if I’ll survive all of Zeus’ might


Do you see my plan
Steal the fire
Protect my men
Please?

They won’t remember you, brother
But at least you’ll be safe
Hide in your obscurity
Zeus can’t hurt you if you’re gone

GREEK GODS??

Yup!! This song is written from the perspective of Prometheus to his criminally underloved brother, Epimetheus (the archetypical lovable himbo). Prometheus, on the other hand, has *anxiety*!

CapsiZed

 

sometimes it gets cold 

after years of waiting it gets old 

where do I go 

when the quest for you is all I've ever known 

                           

like a ship without a sailor 

I am washed across the shore 

like a ship without a sailor I am 

capsized 

if only you could hold me close

against the raging tides 

I need to change my course 

by like a ship without a sailor, I am lost 

 

do you ever lie awake 

as I often do?

do you ever think of me 

as I once thought of you?

                           

like a ship without a sailor 

I am washed across the shore 

like a ship without a sailor I am 

capsized                                    

if only you could hold me close

against the raging tide 

I need to change my course 

by like a ship without a sailor, I am lost 

I have seen the holy ghost

in all her glory and her light 

but I still don't know what side of this I'm on 

all I know is when you look at me

everything seems alright                                                   

I need to close my eyes just to 

get by 

to sleep tonight 

                          

like a ship without a sailor 

I am washed across the shore 

like a ship without a sailor I am 

capsized                                      

if only you could hold me close

against the raging tide 

I need to change my course 

by like a ship without a sailor, I am lost 

is this gay or ab God?

BOTH! It's about falling for my straight friend in my all-girls Catholic school and feeling like I had to choose between God and living in my truth. 

The Desert

 

40 days and nights

Jesus in the desert 

He was all alone

He knew it’d get better 

With time            

                          

When you're praying and you're talking

And your words are getting lost in 

The unforgiving howling of the wind

 

That’s when it begins

We hear you 

 

None of us are saints

Is our healing holy? 

Does God see us in 

The desert we are lonely 

 

When the voices in your head say 

You’re not doing enough

When the voices in the world 

Sound the same

 

Drown out their refrain

We hear you

40 days and nights

Jesus in the desert

He deserves a rest

He deserves much better 

We deserve much better 

 

When pain snakes in your body 

And won’t loosen its vice

When you're staying in another night

and no one understands why

 

It’s ok to cry 

We hear you

 

None of us are saints 

Still our healing's holy

We hold out a space 

Where we won’t be lonely

seeing each other thru invisible illness 

I wrote this for a friend who also experiences chronic pain. It can be profoundly isolating and lonely. There is power in seeing and being seen in this space. I'm eternally grateful to share it with a good soul.