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all the dead deer
04:16
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when the fire dies out
i'm a stump in the ground
just BURNING, SHAKING for you
holding on
when the body is gone
i'm the rope hanging on
just SWINGING, SHAKING for you
holding on
holding on
holding on
holding on
holding on
sometimes it feels so easy
just to CUT OFF the FROST BITTEN toes
i WANT LESS to heal
and to feel.
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2. |
wife
02:20
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wife took to sadness
husband tucked her into bed
fed her only sugar
no one loved her howling head
whooooaoaaaaaameeeooowowowwww w
wife took to deathbed
husband took her to the grave
drove her to the woodland
left her for the wolves to eat
whooaaaaaaaahhhhoohhhhhhhhh hmmeeeoowowwwwwoowwowowowwwwwwwww
she dreams about the mountain
falling from the sky
clouds roll up behind her
ohhh I NEVER THOUGHT I'D FACE THIS KIND OF DARK BEFORE.
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3. |
tooth trap
04:48
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the heart beats away
beats away
beats away and then it breaks
the bones burn to ashes
burn to ashes
turn to dust and blow away.
jaw snapped shut
tooth trap, in my rabid shame
jaw snapped shut
tooth trap, lay still and wait.
the pit, gone hollow
gone hollow
once howled with strength
the long sorrow
sorrow
sorrow remains.
jaw snapped shut
tooth trap, in my rabid shame
jaw snapped shut
tooth trap, lay still and wait.
ohhhhhh the heart abandoned my chest.
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4. |
small ghost
05:22
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my voice is just a' ringing
through the telephone line
my voice is just a ghost
my voice is just a' ringing
through the telephone line
my voice is just a ghost
whispering helllloooooooooooOOOOOooo
i must protest, i am not dead!
small ghost
small ghost
i must protest, i am not dead!
i am only whispering...
i am shrouded, i am surrounded
by soft white woven cotton
pulled up to the chin
i am shrouded, i am surrounded
by soft white woven cotton
pulled up to the chin
tucked in all alooooooooOOOOOOooooone
i must protest, i am not dead!
small ghost
small ghost
i must protest, i am not dead!
i am only sleeping...
other children feel uneasy
they will not play with me
they are frightened of my sheets
other children feel uneasy
they will not play with me
they are frightened of my sheets
i am haunted, i am HAAAAAaaaaAAUUUUuuuuunting
i must protest, i am not dead!
small ghost
small ghost
i must protest, i am not dead!
i am only haunting...
i am only sleeping...
i am only whispering...
i am just a little ghost.
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5. |
pressing down
03:15
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6. |
something will call
05:52
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someday
someday, something will call
i'll just rattle around in my
mourning prayers
sit in my chair
hold my breath and wait....
everyday
everyday, everyone's begging
struggling hard
to be
lighter than feathers
and steady as books
our palms are held open and waiting....
to become.
oooOOOOooo
if i pound hard enough on the floor
will the goodness hear me?
if i pound hard enough on the floor
will the goodness hear me?
if i POUND HARD ENOUGH on the floor
will the GOODNESS hear me?
if i POUND HARD ENOUGH on the floor
will the GOODNESS hear me?
if i POUND HARD ENOUGH on the FLOOR
will the GOODNESS HEAR ME?
IF I POUND HARD ENOUGH ON THE FLOOR
WILL THE GOODNESS FINALLY TAKE ME HOME?
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SOUSOU Toronto, Ontario
My music has never been about being beautiful or perfect. It's about feeling and making you, dear listener, feel something that I feel. Sometimes it's ugly, repetitive, or uncomfortable. It's a direct conduit to the heart and all the messy, fucked up shit I've felt. It's also about finding something that takes flight from the chest. Pull up a comfortable chair, and be lost for a little while. ... more
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