[INTERMISSION XIX] Mockingbird

Season 10 of WOE.BEGONE continues next week.LYRICS:Naïve soulYou fell for itI was worrying thatYou would takeMe seriouslyI’ll have to inventAn alibi.What did it find in you?What did it find in youThat I couldn’t find in you?What did it find in you?C’mon, tell me.What did it find in you?What did it find in you?Why was it trying to find you?Did it confide in you?C’mon, tell me.Mythical beastFound in the waterwaysClogging your arteriesYou’re a machine to itThere was a time thatI thought that I could trust youBut now I see it ripple through your ribcage.What did it find in you?What did it find in youThat I couldn’t find in you?What did it find in you?C’mon, tell me.What did it find in you?What did it find in you?Why was it trying to find you?Did it confide in you?C’mon, tell me.Delicate thingIn this blistering heatYou’ll burn up.Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,I created this sound and you were innocent,Don’t mistake me for a mockingbirdDon’t hold me so delicately in your hands.You showed up to be a conduitI can tell you are aware of itThey’ve been praying to youAbout praying to youI’ll admit that I’ve grown fond of itIt’s not without it benefitsI have been praying to youI have been praying for youDon’t let it get to your headif it hasn’t already yetI don’t think that you can stand much morePraise for things you’re just a vessel for.Because stronger men than meHave done the very thingYou’re doing nowAnd it was hard when we found out.Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,I created this sound and you were innocent,Don’t mistake me for a mockingbirdDon’t hold me so delicately in your hands.Lost and foundAnd duty boundWhat did you findWhen you went digging?(The outline of a memoryA song to sing, an elegyA palm to hold against my chestThe whole world’s over, what is left?The outline of a memoryA figment of some dignityA finger tracing distant tracksI felt the world end, what is left?That’s what I found when I went digging.)There’s a mouth of a caveThat you showed meWhere they surrounded andThen renamed youThere’s a place inThe back of your throatThat resonates nowI rememberIt didn’t used to.Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,I created this sound and you were innocent,Don’t mistake me for a mockingbirdDon’t hold me so delicately in your hands.Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird.(The outline of a memoryA song to sing, an elegyA palm to hold against my chestThe whole world’s over, what is left?That’s what I found when I went digging)TWITCH: http://twitch.tv/woebegonepodPATREON: http://patreon.com/woe_begoneALIZA SCHULTZ: http://anchor.fm/alizaschultzTRANSCRIPTS: http://WOEBEGONEPOD.comTWITTER: @WOEBEGONEPODREDDIT: /r/DOGCATCHER and /r/WOEBEGONEMUSIC: http://woebegonepod.bandcamp.comDISCORD: https://discord.gg/pn9kjTBYPD Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.