Music and Lyrics by Damon Waitkus
The same ten fingers snake the cords
as wormed around the first late night.
remember: we couldn’t find her, we thought she’d died.
Nothing behind the black doorway
but the deafening whir of the swamp.
The same ten fingers thread the tape
as knotted up the first late night
remember: we couldn’t find her, we searched the whole house.
Gaze out on the beasts and insects
The cuticles crack and blood comes.
The same ten fingers flick the switch
as shorted out the first late night
Below the dull red eyes on the radio tower,
dim lights swing low over eutrophic water.
I’ve got the headphones on, the gains are high,
the microphones are out the window – live air –
The hands age quietly before you
like dissolute older cousins.
The same ten fingers print to tape
as paw the filthy, teeming world.
remember: there’s no erasure and nothing heals.
The fingers will do their own work whenever the swamp is burning.
DW – vocals, pianet, acoustic guitar, percussion
EP – violin
KM – bassoon
JH – bass
JG – drums