[INTERMISSION XIX] Mockingbird

Season 10 of WOE.BEGONE continues next week. LYRICS: Naïve soul You fell for it I was worrying that You would take Me seriously I’ll have to invent An alibi. What did it find in you? What did it find in you That 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 beast Found in the waterways Clogging your arteries You’re a machine to it There was a time that I thought that I could trust you But now I see it ripple through your ribcage. What did it find in you? What did it find in you That 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 thing In this blistering heat You’ll burn up. Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird, I created this sound and you were innocent, Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands. You showed up to be a conduit I can tell you are aware of it They’ve been praying to you About praying to you I’ll admit that I’ve grown fond of it It’s not without it benefits I have been praying to you I have been praying for you Don’t let it get to your head if it hasn’t already yet I don’t think that you can stand much more Praise for things you’re just a vessel for. Because stronger men than me Have done the very thing You’re doing now And 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 mockingbird Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands. Lost and found And duty bound What did you find When you went digging? (The outline of a memory A song to sing, an elegy A palm to hold against my chest The whole world’s over, what is left? The outline of a memory A figment of some dignity A finger tracing distant tracks I felt the world end, what is left? That’s what I found when I went digging.) There’s a mouth of a cave That you showed me Where they surrounded and Then renamed you There’s a place in The back of your throat That resonates now I remember It 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 mockingbird Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands. Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird. (The outline of a memory A song to sing, an elegy A palm to hold against my chest The whole world’s over, what is left? That’s what I found when I went digging) TWITCH: http://twitch.tv/woebegonepod PATREON: http://patreon.com/woe_begone ALIZA SCHULTZ: http://anchor.fm/alizaschultz TRANSCRIPTS: http://WOEBEGONEPOD.com TWITTER: @WOEBEGONEPOD REDDIT: /r/DOGCATCHER and /r/WOEBEGONE MUSIC: http://woebegonepod.bandcamp.com DISCORD: https://discord.gg/pn9kjTBYPD Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.