Christmastime by Louis Inglis

There's blisters on your feet
There's madness on the street
The health of every commonwealth is written on your oily teeth

There's crystals in your eyes
There's feathers down my spine
I awake into a sunny state, willing for a sacrifice

But now it's Christmastime and our dreams are gone
It's an important time to collect our sorrow
And now it's Christmastime and the seeds are sown
It's an amorphous time to reclaim the blood lost

There's tall trees by the lake
There's candles on the cake
Too late to exorcise away the layer of exuded hate

There's movement in the trees
There's marrow on my sleeves
I stamp on every shallow breath I saturate the soil with grief

But now it's Christmastime and our dreams are gone
It's an important time to collect our sorrow
And now it's Christmastime and the seeds are sown
It's an amorphous time to reclaim the blood lost

• Folk
• alternative
• bedroom
• electronic
• experimental folk
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• shoegaze
• singer-songwriter
• Perth