Waxahatchee — Lilacs
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I wake up feeling nothing, camouflage the wavering sky
I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby
And the lilacs drink the water, and the lilacs die
And the lilacs drink the water, marking the slow slow slow passing of time
I get so angry, baby, at something you might say
I dream about an awful stranger, work my way through the day
I run it like a silent movie, I run it like a violent song
I run it like a voice compelling, so right it can't be wrong
If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe
I'll fill myself back up like I used to do
And if my bones are made of delicate sugar
I won't end up anywhere good without you...
I need your love too
When I live a sparse existence, I'll drop down in the fold
Lean in to an urgent falter, spin silence into gold
I run it like the crop of kismet, I run it like a dilettante
I run it like I'm happy, baby, like I got everything I want
If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe
I'll fill myself back up like I used to do
And if my bones are made of delicate sugar
I won't end up anywhere good without you
I won't end up anywhere good without you...
I need your love too
And the lilacs drank the water
And the lilacs drank the water
And the lilacs drank the water...
I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby
And the lilacs drink the water, and the lilacs die
And the lilacs drink the water, marking the slow slow slow passing of time
I get so angry, baby, at something you might say
I dream about an awful stranger, work my way through the day
I run it like a silent movie, I run it like a violent song
I run it like a voice compelling, so right it can't be wrong
If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe
I'll fill myself back up like I used to do
And if my bones are made of delicate sugar
I won't end up anywhere good without you...
I need your love too
When I live a sparse existence, I'll drop down in the fold
Lean in to an urgent falter, spin silence into gold
I run it like the crop of kismet, I run it like a dilettante
I run it like I'm happy, baby, like I got everything I want
If I'm a broken record, write it in the dust, babe
I'll fill myself back up like I used to do
And if my bones are made of delicate sugar
I won't end up anywhere good without you
I won't end up anywhere good without you...
I need your love too
And the lilacs drank the water
And the lilacs drank the water
And the lilacs drank the water...
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Nice truck.
Huge fan of Katie C! Thanks for playing Wax!
i remember hearing this just as our office was sent home to start working from home due to covid.
the local npr station played it incessently.
i do like the artist's name, though.
the local npr station played it incessently.
i do like the artist's name, though.
RP introduced me to this band a couple of years ago and it’s definitely a favorite. Amazing string of great albums.
vandal wrote:
Why not.
Yes!
Why not.
Why does she have only half a beard?
What a talent! Sweet yet sassy, vulnerable yet strong; the music is lovely, catchy, and as fun as it is to say Waxahatchee. NICE!
Great band name - Waxahatchee
Katie Crutchfield is kinda growing on me too
Katie Crutchfield is kinda growing on me too
Yes!
!growing on me
"..we're caught in a trap.."
Great stuff!!
She's great 👍