I'll get my shit together
but to you it's all the same
the house, the friends, the job, the dog, they're not to blame
I'll keep it all inside my head nobody seems to care
the park, the beach, the mountains, I guess it doesn't matter where
you were the better half of me
swallow ten gallons of sea
we made societies on top of our knees
you're just so much better than me
you showed me who I could be
I wanted nothing more than for you to stay with me
the lines have all been drawn in ink, you're never coming back
you looked at me and told me everything that I lacked
I wish that I could take it back and camp again with you
the tent, the fire, the trail, the light, the air mattress too
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024