Mona from PARTS by Jacob Hutto

You're a canvas fold,
Another tainted soul,
Another thousand notes.
How does she hold your clothes?
Malinche, Christe Pie,
Jesu Pie, Christe.
I live to tell the tale of an awful soul,
Inundated fraught,
The root of all your love is in the ire of ivory,
And the sea.
Alina brought me fire, roses at her feet,
Paled in comparison,
To her parents' skin.

Hold my throat to the throne,
Passing through the steering lights,
Hoping that my dreams go out tonight.

Mona,
Hold me close.
I've seen it all before,
You can take my vice,
Build a ring of fire,
To each his own.
Inundated fraught,
The root of all your love is in the eye of the champion.
I wanna be someone,
To you, I'll have some meaning.
Please forgive me,
I'll teach my own.

But then, I'll talk you.

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