speak your mind and know you've still got one
let it out before it's forgotten
but give the thought a name it always seems different
it tastes a little strange on the tongue when the muscle first shapes it
you recollect the thought
when you're caught
in an argument rat race
and how exactly can you be sure it came from you
in the first place?
you can't
move the sand that makes this great mountain
it carves the wind that pushes it upwards
so is the futile climb that it makes an act of self-shaping?
or does it just project a monumental mistake we're both making?
I'm shaken by your wit,
bene gesserit,
queen of the sun
I'm pulling out the stakes that keep it all in place
what have you done?
your body has won
a mind is a terrible place to be forced to reside in
it never stops digging
and mine won't stop tripping
supported by 4 fans who also own “good how are you”
Simultaneously scrappy & divine. Simultaneously earthy & angular.
Simultaneously in vibrancy & in darkness. PG holds multitudes in its seemingly contradictory binaries. ...really, I stan this band too hard. And also.. “End of summer and I’m still in love with her”. Just the best lyric. Autumnal youth in a (pine)nutshell. Living just outside the Pine Barrens, this band is in my blood (brother ampersand). hannyram