the capillaries of the community
are hemorrhaging on everything
they found your bones in the homes of a thousand little gnomes
who'd taken pieces for decoration
they’d opened up their mouths, seemed like peaceful little mouths
inside they found a mouthful of pieces
they wanted pieces of you
somebody died here, I hear it was you
they loved the attention they got from killing you
the capillaries of the community
are hemorrhaging on everything
they put their fingers in your sockets
if you could hear the way they talk
it's madness
and what they got out of your pockets
a couple coins, and a key for locking its sadness in your face
but they wanted pieces of you
pieces of you made from pieces of you
pieces of you
little birds collapse in your arms
break it into two
beat a man to death with their hands
did they regret anything?
it's cold cold world we swam into
it's cold cold water we sank into
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
Maybe the best thing David ever did, which makes me extremely sad. A Jews record in all but name, but more direct in its lyricism without losing that indescribable feeling, that beauty and sorrow and lighthearted sarcasm all rolled into one profound set of lyrics that are David Berman. Not to mention the band playing on the record is probably the best Berman ever recorded with. Rest in Peace DCB. jack_thorn16