Half of me floated on,
and I thought that gravity wouldn't mind,
so I filled me up 'til empty
just like a junkie, with no pulse to find.
Never would have got this far
if I hadn’t pissed on my inherent fire.
But never thought that I'd be starved
sopping up spit from God’s trough.
Guess living in heaven is lonely.
You say “Pray our trees bear fruit
from neighbors’ seeds.
I will feed you when they're ripe
and serve your future on a silver platter.
Try not to taste the shine.”
I can get my way, but I don't know which way is mine.
I could be who I want,
but I'm too caught up in all this gendering
to build a pretty body.
Either way, my reflection doesn’t match the sting needed.
Maybe a seedy little place to bed me in,
some dirt under my nails,
a law draconian to do me well,
or a little bit of natural flaw meant to better me
will make this heaven less lonely.
“Pray our trees bear fruit
from neighbors’ seeds in the spring,
or otherwise, when I serve your future on a silver platter,
all you’ll taste is shine.”
I can get my way, but I don’t know which way is mine.
Which way to go?
My heart’s not set in stone.
I had to let it go long before it claimed me.
Would I know better, though, with a heart set in stone?
I let it go long before it claimed me.
Lucy, was it temptation or your pride?
Come on now, Lucy, Jekyll can live on without his Hyde.
Don’t worry, Lucy, I get it.
What good is a heaven
if all that you're getting is plain old July?
Which way to go?
My heart’s not set in stone.
I had to let it go long before it claimed me.
Would I know better, though, with a heart set in stone?
I let it go long before it claimed me.
I can get my way, but I don't know which way is mine.
The four songs on the new EP from Rylie DeGarmo give country melodies a mysterious glow, recalling the best of Cowboy Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022