Music by Jason Hoopes and Damon Waitkus

Lyrics by Damon Waitkus

Lyrics

I woke up to a perigean spring.
The waves were washing right up Market Street
and bunching at the ankles of the drunken wrecks
and the beautiful elites,
and everyone in town was walking backwards
holding mirrors up in front of their faces,
retreating into the advancing landscape
of this world and other virtual spaces.
(Ooowee! They’re after me!
My brain stem is after them!)

We’re wandering in a jungle
of our own design.
We’re limping in a circle,
believing it’s a line.

I am a man of numbers:
(There’s something flying over:)
my brain is on my sleeve,
(the sun gives us a wink.)
but there are some hard limits
(The shadow on the landscape)
to what this old hammer could achieve.
(moves faster than you’d think.)

In earliest memory,
riding on an elephant:
feel those big, bony shoulders cranking sad and slow,
and there are way too many balloons
and too many faces, all festering,
fucking festering with joy.
All those footprints,
all those footprints in the mud!

Daddy, give me your hand to hold,
I think I’m growing old.
Mama, feather-dust my room,
I’ll be coming home soon.

Personnel

Damon Waitkus – lead and backing vocals, 6- & 12-string acoustic guitars, piccolo and baritone electric guitars, flute, piano, hammer dulcimer, banjo, electric taishogoto, pots and pans, percussion
Jason Hoopes – bass
Jordan Glenn – drums, percussion
Victor Reynolds – alto sax, organ