slowcore pain rock alternative rock post-rock Mother by Red House Painters from album Red House Painters I
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The way the street looked:
dim and polluted,
So have I felt when I walked upon.
The way the air seemed:
gray fog diluted,
So do I feel when I'm breathed upon.
Ominous head spoke you ain't so good.
Poorly the sow joked
trashed and words muttered.
I want to be mothered.
I want you to give
attention to my belly button.
Mother.
I want to have
bobby pins stuck in my ears.
And drown away the endless days
ridding soon the troubled ways.
Embedded down with a warm frown
in a wrong and impure dream.
Anchored down with a mermaid
in sound halcyon sea.
Lure me in her salt.
Liquid canyon far beneath.
My mother savior
with her goddess touch
brushes hands through my hair.
