Fort Collins from Locales by Ooraloo

I'm leaning my head against the frozen expanse outside the window
You're pushing the pedal and, as we advance, you change the tempo

She left us in August, my face like a faucet, the back of the car felt more like a coffin

Fear appeared

The snow on the pines and the mountains behind, it rushes over
(It rushes over)
The heater's on high but it's not melting a thing and I feel like I've never been older
(And I feel like I've never been older)

We pull up to the driveway and you put it in neutral and we listen to nothing and the silence is useful

Sometimes I wonder if I was designed
With nothing but iron inside
An inanimate tangle of pride
And soul

I slide, tracing a vertical line
From the top of my skull through my spine
Carving a canyon inside
Cold

Sometimes the simplest thing that I find
Is buried beneath a landslide
Tumbling down the incline
Slow

I lie and tell you I’m doing alright
You press on the gas and ignite
We move it ahead and rewind
And go

• Rock
• avant-garde
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Chicago