The animals know when we put on our clothes
That we’re nothing like them
We just pave the roads
We can’t use our senses
We make no sense at all
We can’t tell if it’s useful or unnatural
Maybe one day they’ll find
When they open our minds
Just some pieces of plastic that we left behind
Or no one will find us
Which would be just as well
When so many of us can’t find ourselves
But if you hear this line then you’ll know that there’s time
To find something in you, some way to be kind
The animals know, yes, they’ve seen it before
We’re all caught in this twisted game
And we don’t know what for
I can see through your eyes, but I’d rather go blind
When so many suffer without even trying
Maybe one day they’ll find
When they open our minds
Some bones in a cell, or an 8-track of rhymes
Or no one will find us
There’ll be no one to tell who lied to the races
Or who poisoned the well
But if you hear this line then you’ll know that there’s time
To find something to do, some way to be kind
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022