Letra de Home

15 songs from 15 writers 5 of which are only silence. Remind me why I keep on trying. the bones in us grow in A minor, C. Be still. The greater boulders slowly fall off all our shoulders. Hold your hand in rolling water. Hear yourself make sense mono. I am David. I am David! I am Eloise, I’m jaded. We’re gonna need some new names, Mabel. Tell me all your favorites. Give me some new hearts earthquaking. Tell me emo’s not quite dead, or say I’ve got some indie cred or put The Good Life on repeat. We’ve got a couple weeks or years. We’ve got some time to train our ears to 15 songs need underwriters, interludes need arcade fires. Well arcades need some coins, and so do we. Give me The National with spiders. Give me The Beatles unenlightened. Prize fighting with The Velvet Teen for some new Brand New memories on vinyl- burning for the wax with some quick water on our hands with dust from boulders from our past. I am happy, I am sound. I’ve got my family and my friends. I’ve got these 15 writers, 15 songs who said we’d all be well. I think I knew it all along.