Lyrics to Slabs Of The Sunburnt West
In the retrospect of 31 years
There's not much left for reasoning here
And in the clearest of skies, I am the calmest of blues
We tear down great walls
To build smaller houses
With bricks we’ve assembled without spouses
Below the dust
We took the crush and reassembled daily — temples
Pockets — full of rocks and minerals — bobby pins and pencils
Left sun blind, beside baby tooth and chapstick root
Baptist proof, snake haven in the west, cave in
Limestone chips - the son of father’s indecision
Leftist reason mentioned as the soul’s religion
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped him grow even out of season
Outers leaving as the innards gleaming
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart’s compunction
Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten
A wool coat, that’s just being me
Middle of the summer and I’m scared of being seen
Heat wave, half way from being street brave
Seat stained from bleak days
And we holler while the beat plays
Can’t understand us like the teen brain
Trying to reason what the art is, and who’s the hardest, and where their heart is
Critics overthink the truth in pain
They want persona - but it’s the construct of a weak game
And it falls harder and harder than it ever does
Now that we’re bigger and brighter than it ever was
But the tricks on us
As the giant wipes his eyes of dust
Begins collecting rubble
Stumbles softly — scratches face stubble
Grumbles something as the day humbles
And the sun’s subtle shadows build a house above
For other people’s troubles
And never asked — for an ounce of love
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped her grow even out of season
Outers leaving as the innards gleaming
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart’s compunction
Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten
I am the clearest of skies
I am the calmest of blues
There's not much left for reasoning here
And in the clearest of skies, I am the calmest of blues
We tear down great walls
To build smaller houses
With bricks we’ve assembled without spouses
Below the dust
We took the crush and reassembled daily — temples
Pockets — full of rocks and minerals — bobby pins and pencils
Left sun blind, beside baby tooth and chapstick root
Baptist proof, snake haven in the west, cave in
Limestone chips - the son of father’s indecision
Leftist reason mentioned as the soul’s religion
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped him grow even out of season
Outers leaving as the innards gleaming
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart’s compunction
Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten
A wool coat, that’s just being me
Middle of the summer and I’m scared of being seen
Heat wave, half way from being street brave
Seat stained from bleak days
And we holler while the beat plays
Can’t understand us like the teen brain
Trying to reason what the art is, and who’s the hardest, and where their heart is
Critics overthink the truth in pain
They want persona - but it’s the construct of a weak game
And it falls harder and harder than it ever does
Now that we’re bigger and brighter than it ever was
But the tricks on us
As the giant wipes his eyes of dust
Begins collecting rubble
Stumbles softly — scratches face stubble
Grumbles something as the day humbles
And the sun’s subtle shadows build a house above
For other people’s troubles
And never asked — for an ounce of love
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped her grow even out of season
Outers leaving as the innards gleaming
There’s just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep
Clamped them forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart’s compunction
Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Tools sculpted from the hardest tungsten
I am the clearest of skies
I am the calmest of blues
