Whatever they keep calling you as a collar they can grab on to
When they want to cull your confidence,
If I ever hear that noise again the threats will surface sharp and then
Fits of clawing panic instead of being a better friend.
But it's been gone so long to me, a hundred bloodlines deep
Backwards in your family's bored intentions.
The timbre won't turn into fear, syllables invited here
And now you crack a grin to hold your name,
The nicest one you've found today.
In your bright apartment later, tearing slips of scrapbook paper,
Scrawl the things you'd like to hear and I'll repeat them while I'm here.
Under your clearance comforter pinned up across the furniture,
Misshapen stitches forming faces, ones that we'd allow to stay
Cuz' they're not asking
"Are you sure? What exactly are you ARE YOU SURE?"
Who cares how we're pronounced at birth?
What are the years of loathing worth?
But it's been gone so long to me, a hundred bloodlines deep
Backwards in your family's bored intentions.
The timbre won't turn into fear, syllables invited here
And now you crack a grin to hold your name,
The nicest one you've found today.
credits
from Your Last Home,
released June 9, 2017
music and lyrics by noll griffin
vocals, acoustic guitar, tambourine, and ukulele: noll griffin
backing vocals: babyalligator
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023