CLAUSTROPHOBIC MORNING from SONGLAND by TJ Felix
I HONESTLY I FEEL LIKE I COULD BECOME A CASUALTY OF THE WAR ON DRUGS ANYDAY NOW SO I SPEND EVERY MOMENT ALONE WORKING ON ART IN SOME MANIC EFFORT TO COMMUNICATE ALL THAT I AM BEFORE MY LIFE GOES UP IN SMOKE
MAYBE ART DOES MATTER..? IT'S SUBJECTIVE I GUESS.. I PERSONALLY ONLY SEE ART, OR MORE SPECIFICALLY THE CULTURE THAT SURROUNDS ART, TO BE MORE DESTRUCTIVE THAN ANYTHING.. DOESN'T MATTER.. CAUSE EITHER WAY I SIMPLY NEED AN OUTLET TO KEEP SURVIVING IN THIS HELL WORLD
DESPITE (OR TO SPITE..?) ALL THE IMMENSE HORROR THAT LIFE HAS TO OFFER, I STILL LOVE LIVING & DON'T PLAN ON DIPPING OUT ANYTIME SOON..
WHETHER OR NOT U CHOOSE TO LISTEN
I HOPE U GET SOMETHING FROM IT IF U CHOOSE TO LISTEN THO & ANY $$$ U CAN THROW MY WAY WOULD ALSO BE GREATLY APPRECIATED & WILL HELP ME TO SUSTAINABLY KEEP MAKING MUSIC/ART + SURVIVING THE POST APOCALYPSE
THNX BIG TIME <3
Tracklist
| 4. | CLAUSTROPHOBIC MORNING | 3:39 |
Lyrics
what this is & what it was
it still is just because
i'm so broke but so high
that i don't cry when you squeeze my thighs
i borrow your comb i stain your sheets
so far from home when i work these streets
it was the tender age of death defiance
& the never ending rage against the light
now there's nothing left to sacrifice
but yourself unto the night
too many lights burnt out
in a city full of swarmed corners
& i'm so tired of crying out for rusty needles
every claustrophobic morning
1st meal of the day please don't make me pay
for the poor Indians apple & a knuckle sandwich in the rain
it's the 1st snowfall church bell rings
plainclothesman whispers discrete nothings
it was the tender age of death defiance
& the never ending rage against the light
now there's nothing left to sacrifice
but yourself unto the night..
too many lights burnt out
in a city full of swarmed corners
& i'm so tired of crying out for rusty needles
every claustrophobic morning
