desert from Phi by phi gold

Always talking about the desert, think I’m missing something. I'll keep spinning my cds while your voice lays into me. You just keep talking about the desert, it's in all the videos I see. Shaped by the wind rocks gotta represent something.

Think of all the people and the creatures in the sea they could never find you, they don't want to find me, eventually they'll hurt you, they don't want to figure out, where you've been all this time somehow, with out the pressures of the people in the world, whatever happened to their little girl, they hope you find a place to stay, maybe call it a home one day.

Why is it I don't want to see you but you're in all the people that I meet. And whose choice was it when I said “we need to leave,” I can hear her in my laugh, and him when my hands touch the strings, and it's just them when I talk somewhere, somehow I’ve been listening.

I think I feel a giant presence of the people inside of their homes as I'm walking by. I wonder if they can feel me thinking quietly about their cars and homes and jobs. Small and rundown, selling art, yeah maybe they're just getting by on a twenty and some lies.

Stop to read the fliers off telephone poles as I walk. And not a while ago we yelled across the fence to the kids on our block. That house is empty now, I've been there with a friend. It was dark and it was raining. Haven't been back since.

Think of all the people's lives on the train running past part of it for a second. Lights in the tunnel flash through the dirty windows with the paint marker tags, love that swirly face in the underpass. These artists are similar to people on the train, most just want something that will remain. I wonder if that includes me, I'm on the train with all these freaks.

The rocks will weather and so will I. I don’t even know who will find me. Set up camp at that old house with everyone I've ever met, it will get ugly. There's more land in the desert than I've ever believed. I see every creature’s lives for myself to lead. It might be going too fast or too much to ask of me.

• Alternative
• folk
• indie
• rock
• Boston