Blanket (Tent Dream I)

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the first of two songs inspired by unsettling fever dreams. I wrote this whilst feeling the culture shock of returning home after my time away, with the dull buzz of my ceiling fan.

All of the percussion on this song was made using a lilt can and an unpainted canvas. no metaphor.

lyrics

i woke up in the middle of an ice-cold sweat
and i felt you there, i felt you there
tight-skin, syrup eyes
reminding me i could only push this boulder up so high
before it falls down again
like you did into my head
like i did into your pillow
soft swill, landfills of thought.

and with a shrill wimpering the penny dropped
(down the well)
i found a something-ness in loss
(down the well)

so i resigned to the sweetness of the apricot trees
i don't feel you there, in these memories
cold drinks on the hot ground
echoes blanketing from birds all around.
they sang hymns:

cluttered with a higher meaning.
hymns flattered with a grand plan
i found truth in their wings beating.
oh wait, that's just my ceiling fan...
hymns cluttered with a higher meaning.
hymns flattered with a grand plan.
i found truth in their wings beating.
but it was just my ceiling fan, so i went back to sleep.

credits

from Most Life, released April 1, 2016
all music and lyrics by b. laing

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