the scaffolding, the prison cell
the attic in the cardboard box
in the suburbs or buried underground
melted on the stone
hot oil in the broken pan
oil and melted wax, your hands are full of grime
your hands full of grime
I would watch your limbs
in the placid water on the mantle shelf
in the damp light
blue ink formaldehyde
the ancient cedar falls
to ember on the newspaper
minutes from becoming ash
the candy box left full
these trains northern bound
conducted by ghosts
oh mother for the fate I’ve won
don’t bother with the stage I’m on
its a golden empty cage for one
your hands full of grime
credits
from Cinder Well,
released April 21, 2015
Guest vocals by Sarah Anne Lachner
Maer, from Switzerland, debut with a haunted (and haunting) folk song that will warm you heart as it sends shivers down your spine. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2022