KATIE
INDIEN
AUSTIN
TAYLOREating the tackiest of donuts right now Vanille et fraise-- it was the one that I could pronounce the best in french so I asked for it... there is Vanilla icing and bonbon sprinkles and this terrible strawberry filling... it tastes like I'm back at Chucky Cheese's rolling around in the ball pin, hair standing up to touch the tunnels, kid pee at the end of the slide.
Things are really on the go right now, every day is moving by quickly and I find myself staying up late to try and extend the day... bags under the eyes are darkening, blisters are forming where fingers meet the pencil, 3 coffees in a day... but who never romanticed this way of living.... calvin klien sure didn't, jack kerouac sure didn't. Anyways... WHATEVER... things are on the move, things are getting done, things are feeling good.
SO ORIGINALLY I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU SOME LYRICS FOR A NEW SONG BUT THEN I STARTED TALKING ABOUT THE DONUT AND ALL SO HERE ARE SOME LYRICS TO A NEW SONG WE JUST WROTE! THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN FOR JORDAN HOSSACK FROM AZEDA BOOTH, OR AT LEAST THE LYRICS ARE, AND KATIE LEE OF BRAIDS, MY SISTER.
SAME MUM
My sister came from the water
stroked over
my dead body
I don't tell anyone
in case they all leave
What's a dry mouth anyhow
when it all means nothing?
I'd like to love her
and take care of her
When I'm better
Maybe
Take care of her soft head
damp skull, sticky hands, four legs, wet mound, eye boat, heat stroke, look at how our hearts choked
She'll be there with me
maybe seeing guilt free
hitting off the acid
on the moons route to a pink dream
ME AND MY SISTER
SHE DON'T EVEN KNOW
THAT WHEN I WAS BORN
I HAD THE SAME EYES AS MUM
AND THEY JUST GLOWED
I've been dreaming about this light when I-m-a sleepin
I've been thinking about the lives that i-t-s-a keepin
I don't know where we go when we're older
I just know that underground is where the souls don't go
WE ARE FROM THE SAME MUM
--Indien
