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Sweet Missouri
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Lafayette - you called me?
Wine cellar, oh well
I guess he's had his fix of red
And gone on off to bed
But we'll get house tickets, Calvin Harris
Wishing he was not a mess
So we could get him up at 9 for class
You know I love the way that two within a double
Can make each other
Feel as though they didn't grow up all alone
But with a brother
So where's my Southern twin?
And why can't I find him in my evening long companions?
Form a band, try to score a show off campus
Try to score the soundtrack of her life
In C major ballads
My first time in Austin
Didn't go the way I wanted
Fifty-fifty nights on couches
Wondering if I should have tried
The cheap coffee and marijuana
And if you're so inclined
We could leap through puddles, never minding
Post break exam dates, internship applications
You never have to lie
I know you won't be coming back after April
And this year you burned
And I'll stay lit
And I will keep you alive late Thursday nights
Around an empty handle
Where I'll tell stories of your life
As it was filtered through my eyes
Sweet Missouri
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From the balcony
She can hear the ocean weaving
Mixed with the decision of
Another one night stand
She’s had her whole life to plan
To disappear into obscurity
And no one would know
That she’d ever lived her life
As some minor character in somebody else’s show
To namelessly fade into the blues and greens
Of the northern Oregon coast
And she sees the symmetry in all of it
Born without a consciousness
Dead without a second thought or momentary regret
A calculated meaningless event
I slept with her for three months
April to June of ’97
Walk the golf course in the evening
Down along the shoreline
The Pacific’s always cold in Oregon
Us never saying anything
And never knowing what her name was
Well I don’t think she had one
She wanted to be like the notes
Played by her wind chimes
Blown in from the coastline
And vanishing into the night sky
As we were laying in bed
Two shadows cast against the silence
She said “I’m gonna live to be twenty-five
And then die”
And as I walked home alone
Through faded rain and washed out meadows
I realized she was already a ghost
And so was I
She wasn’t here at all
And when I stayed with her I wasn’t here at all
The apartment by the shore subject to haunting
Every time that she called me
Told me she wanted
To feel for an evening
Like someone with a heartbeat
And as a coda:
By 2001 I had moved on down
To northern California
And forgotten all about her
Til a night when I was lost in my late twenties
Stumbling somewhere by the ocean
And I heard the notes from far-off wind chimes
Mixing with the crashing of the waves upon the cliff sides
And those months all came back shattering
Shattering, and everything about
Her darkened bedroom was vivid as if dreaming
The stormy sky and sound of waves were calming
The emptiness of sleeping
With a stranger in whose silence you sense something
So profoundly sad and human and revealing
And I didn’t have to look her up to know
I wouldn’t find her
To know that she was gone
If she was ever there at all
If she was ever there at all
She wasn’t ever there at all
She wasn’t ever there at all
If she was ever there at all
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Bedroom indie rock project of one HR Huber-Rodriguez.
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