born before the wall fell and after the plane crash.
born without a hope in hell for the rest of us to dash,
you climbed your way so clumsily into the chamber of my chest,
gathered up the long-dead twigs and you made yourself a nest.
the child of a broken home (whatever that might mean)
you dream of tiny animals, a swing across a stream.
you hammered on the door of all the ones with pretty skin,
standing out there in the rain, but they’ll never let you in.
born before the wall fell and after the plane crash.
born without a hope in hell for the rest of us to dash,
you climbed your way so clumsily into the chamber of my chest,
gathered up the long-dead twigs and you made yourself a nest.
she said “happiness is not your enemy. don’t live your life in thrall to memory.”
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016