Flash Flood from Tarping by Christy Armstrong

I felt the salt air thin
Your echos casting every word back in now
I face the park
With a liquid waltz singin' in the dark of my head
And as he unseals me
I'll drip till I'm dead

So as the drain washes away
Each precious piece falls into place
I'd like the feeling back some day
But its best this way
Forming a distance
No more flooding the dish pit in the kitchen

So bring us the snow
Where bristleburs prickle and cling to your clothes
Upon every hillside and cave of the globe
A flash flood of flesh and blood boiling below
All boiling below
All boiling below
All boiling below
All boiling below
All boiling below
All boiling below
Below
Below

I felt the salt air thin
Your echos casting every word back in now
I walk the park
With a liquid waltz singin' in the dark of my head
And as he unseals me
I'll drip

• Ambient
• Experimental
• Folk
• Noise
• Rock
• Caribou