Parachute from Stingray by Hannah Judson

Say it out loud.
What falls from your mouth.
Call it screaming,
call it love.

Ah ah oh oh oh oh.

Somewhere
you better write it down.
That skywriter sure can fly
but can’t jump out.

Ah ah oh oh oh oh
You are made of
things you don’t know.
If you pray, just do it now
Roll it around.
Say Ah Oh oh oh oh.

Roll it around
Hear ‘em fainting.
Your colleagues and May queens
shocked at the scene.

But it never gets better than this
cause the king cobra just shed his skin.
Oxygen begins to thin.
The author pours a drink.

Ah ah oh oh oh oh
You are made of
things you don’t know.
If you pray, just do it now
Roll it around.
Say Ah Oh oh oh oh.

If you play the bass guitar,
Pull four strings from your heart.
Lay them down in a row.
Oh oh oh oh.

Ah ah oh oh oh oh
You are made of
things you don’t know.
If you pray, just do it now
Roll it around.
Say Ah Oh oh oh oh.

See how you’re falling
straight from the sky.
Yes ma’am your parachute
should work some of the time.

If you don’t want to jump
just hold your arms out wide.
Lean into the void.
Fly.

Ah ah oh oh oh oh
You are made of
things you don’t know.
If you pray, just do it now
Roll it around.
Say Ah Oh oh oh oh.

• Indie rock
• Rock
• folk rock
• literary rock
• singer-songwriter
• women in music
• Paris