← more from
Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope

Surveyor

from An Interior History by Unsung

/

lyrics

Counting the sheep but they all look the same
clip clopping their feet as they splash in the rain
unnamed and uncounted were few but
they all knew my name
my briefcase and bounty
a suit and a tie made of corduroy lives in a drawer
where pennies and nickels
realities whispers are careless
and probably lives on the staircase
where feet will then meet and tumble and greet the dawn
you'll fall asleep in this song
as soon as it ends you'll be turning it off
hand covers teeth were exposed by a yawn
and billowing breath and silhouettes stretched
gripping the drawer
make sure the nickels and pennies don't fall on the floor
or you may wake up and discover you've been asleep
all of this wonder may escape your memory
this is how time moves so slow
regardless of interest in science
you'll buy and appliance that tells you when your time to go is
staple it up to your headboard goals
this will then make you believe
the only thing you've ever seen is reality
life is a tongue with pennies and pearls
and death is a shape made of nickels and crows
we were conceived despite all the hesitance
we will then work despite all our craft
we will once die with spite of those living
and we will then live to spite all those past
we were conceived despite all the hesitance
we will then work despite all our craft
we will once die with spite of those living
and we will then live to spite all those past

credits

from An Interior History, released November 9, 2018
Guitar and bass by Brian Salvatore

license

all rights reserved

tags

If you like Unsung, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featuring the inimitable Jose Gonzalez and border-smashing Kondi Band.

 listen now