Howl from PARTS by Jacob Hutto

In a spark,
I'd tape my heat up to you,
Like any living dream.
Can I take the fall 'cause I don't want to talk at all?

And in my dreams, you're praised as a sarcophagus.
Your name I won't forget, even if I want to.
Can I take the fall 'cause I don't want to talk at all?

Even if I want to.

Misanthrope,
I hope you drown with the rest of you.
Oh! Wistful History!
Do I speak clear to you?
Can you make a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all.

And like a dog, I howl at the thought of anoth you.
Oh! Wistful History!
Do I speak clear to you?
Can I make a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all.

And it's you,
What a wonderful truth!
Can't you see that terror lies for free?
A wondering being sit still to silver screens.
Your tragedy makes my least favorite comedy.

And like a god,
I shout at the thought of another you,
Oh! Wistful History!
Do I speak clear to you?
Can you make you a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all?

And in my mouth,
Are twigs that just sprout a newfound leaf.
It's been three weeks since I've seen sleep,
He's a fickle being.
Can you make a call 'cause I can't seem to talk at all.

I need some help.

Get away from somewhere else.

Far away, the falcon flies.

Even if I want to.

• Experimental
• folk
• lo-fi
• post-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Spring