Reciprocal Clown from DISCO FOREST by Tavo Carbone

I will keep my face painted until the coming rain allows me.
Obesely educated to say I never ate it,
Don't you let all those things ever change your mind.

A drop of water settles on the tongue as the sun climbs higher.
The fog rolls in and climbs into your lungs to make you out a liar (to you).

Become what you became when the widespread roots of shame had
Entangled themselves up in all the vegetation grown.
Unlike a perfect stranger you know well of the dangers
That lurk in the grey of what's ours and yours alone.

Counting shapely days within the square that encircles me,
The moon will comb the ocean like your hair and I will look on and
Sing along (as you).

• Experimental Folk
• Folk
• OldTime-y
• Songs
• United States