Limes from PARTS by Jacob Hutto

Good Morning To You,
I've been stuck around just pacing,
I am faking your love.

Violent comparisons,
Like Erica,
She was a violent American.

Orwellian election,
I need a miracle,
My brain's in the septic.

Drained of all leverage,
I need a miracle,
'Cause this my recession.

Well, I'm talking to you,
A fine faux fantasy,
My vanity hues,
It's amusing to you.

Calamity blues,
There's a beauty to you.

Glamour and gold,
She sold her soul to the devil.

Tentative,
A penitentiary is suited,
A grassroots revolution gone asunder.
Well seasons greetings, I'm too pleasing for you.
My treaties are due.

Glamor and gold,
She sold her soul to the devil.
Well, I'm just like you,
I'm sort of dancing and blue.

Glamor and gold,
She sold her soul to the devil.
Well, I'm just like you,
I've never been in love too.

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