Caravels - Beer Pressure
from their forthcoming split with Gifts from Enola, Well Worn.
“i had it nestled there, right beside my bed / bound in faux leather, and comfortably set / off to the side of a life largely predisposed to ignoring it / i had it stationed there, ordered not to move / it had pitched it’s creed, what was left to do / well you could sit and you could wait and there was not much else / but tally years as they come, mark them down one by one / stifled dreams of mine, my claustrophobic mind / they get lost and never find their way to you / words without a voice, our holy father’s choice / i want to be used, what good am i mute / i want you to yearn, i want my pages turned / i want to be used, to pledge myself to you / i won’t ever falter, no i’ll be forever your stubborn strength / that is a promise that i’m able to make / i won’t ever falter, no i’ll be forever your stubborn strength / i can forgive you for making me wait / you can’t reject me after all that i’ve done / while you shuffle your feet, twiddle your thumbs / i stand here before you with choice disguised as fate / i give you the world and you shove it back in my face / hadn’t i known that salvation was prearranged / hadn’t i known that sinning was a calculated mistake / hadn’t i known that i was gonna need saving one day / that it’s a destiny that we share / our god-given capacity to err / and our history of fabled opportunity.”
This song is far too good.
(via caravels)
