Dreamlands from Dreamlands by Bright Red Kite
Tracklist
| 5. | Dreamlands | 6:10 |
Lyrics
I met a girl who speaks
she spoke of shibboleths
crawled up from the deep
she was photographer
she was spitting images
I saw her in all things
which fits in retrospect
my love's a composite
of all I've ever seen
she was lovecraftian
she was his biggest fan
she loved creeping doom
held it tight to her chest
in books, in lies, in madness
so soft it can't be soothed
you know your delusions
they're my delusions too
come from fickle dark
come from savannah
come from the narrows
she takes an earnest wing
she lights on windowsills
to crow at the moon
a girl with raven hair
she lives in dreams, the real ones
that crack just like cocoons
don't knock misanthropy
until you've tried it
don't you feel entitled to
entitled to
entitled to?
in this familiar bedroom
I am born again
look at my familiar lover
I am born again
books worn right through the covers
I am born again
I'm alive in a cadaver
I am born again
being misunderstood is an art form
so now I'm just
learning to keep my mouth shut
and my eyes open wide to the world and its sharpest parts
I really am the worst
but worse than what, ha!
in this familiar bedroom
let me out of here
look at my familiar lover
get me out of here
books worn right through the covers
let me out of here
I'm alive in a cadaver
get me out of here
Credits
Recorded & Mixed by: James IV
Mastered by: Brian Smith of Hummingbird Mastering
Produced by: Bright Red Kite
