Figs from Cliff Jumper by Miriam Maaravi

Teeth made for tearing
Flesh from figs
Hips made for bearing
Life from your ribs, from your ribs
Oh from ribs

Nails made for clawing
Your way through dirt
Eyes made for showing me
Just where it hurts, where it hurts
This is where it hurts

Oh but good goddamn
I could love you
With all your burnt toast lullabies
And wet dreams

Till then won't you roll the window down
Let a little air in
You've got bricks for lungs
You ain't having no fun
You worry more about me than I do
Won't you roll the window down
The air is sweet
I ain't in no hurry
I know someday someone will love me
Someone will...

Old box of bolts and string
Scrap wood and useless things
Useless things, oh useless things
Batteries and dead moth wings
Lightbulbs that buzz and ring
Buzz and ring, oh buzz and ring

And they're molded all the way
To the bottom
You've got things you've been meaning to say
You've forgotten

So won't you roll the window down
Let a little air in
You've got bricks for lungs
You ain't having no fun
You worry more about me than I do
Won't you roll the window down
The air is sweet
I ain't in no hurry
I know someday someone will love me
Someone will...

I've got teeth made for tearing
Flesh from figs
And ribs made for bearing
Life from my ribs

Oh but good goddamn
I could love you
With all your burnt toast lullabies
And wet dreams

Till then won't you roll the window down
Let a little air in
You've got bricks for lungs
You ain't having no fun
You worry more about me than I do
Won't you roll the window down
The air is sweet
I ain't in no hurry
I know someday someone will love me
Someone will...

Someone will love me

• Alternative
• Folk
• Spoken Word
• indie pop
• singer-songwiter
• Boston