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letra de black and white - 7-inch version - parquet courts

nothing makes my heart so wild as being
in possession of a potent night
racing down the stairs in a nude descension
shedding and discarding my hide
but the bold strokes crack so quickly
and it’s often that i wonder why
dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
hanging to my bones as they dry
how can i want something more than a new h-ll in which to fry
when i see in only black and white?

there’s a sinful sort of side of being
so contained, a bit like being lost
stumbling through the background like a small town loner
quietly a-whisperin’ my thoughts into my cupped hands
folded and monk-like, at least that’s what i’ve always said
how does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
when there is no hair on my head?
is the solitude i seek a trap where i’ve been blindly led?
tell me, where then do i go instead?

when atonement comes in distant waves
i might wait until the next to break
choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
staring through the back of my face
its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
spending all my dollars to remain a member
nothing in my eyes but a scowl
do i bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
have i already forgotten how?

- parquet courts

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