Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I feel you standing over me–
it’s a terrible morning.
It’s a terrible morning–
so many miles out to sea.

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I feel you standing over me–
–used to follow contrails,
used to watch the elms hushing
blank through sense to nonsense,
nonsense back to blank:
It doesn’t take any time at all.

Old face, wrung out like a washcloth.
New face ring out like a bell.
They go by one by one by one by one…

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I realize that we’re all alone,
and your boot’s digging in
and your boot’s digging in
and your boot’s digging in to my collarbone.

Once in a while, O my lord, I wake up,
and I realize that we’re all alone.
and your blank covers nonsense
-sense severs blank–
-nonsense smashes sense-
-blank covers nonsense–
It doesn’t take any time at all.

Personnel

DW – voice, hand percussion, acoustic guitar, pianet
EP – 5 string and baritone violins
KM – voice
JH – acoustic bass
JG – marimba, drums, pots and pans, hand percussion
Marielle Jakobsons – waterphone