nothing but this

[[ 

Someone regrets life and contemplates running away from the current situation, but it seems like this is not the first time the singer has run away. Always between things, always nowhere, geographically and on the radio dial: white noise, static, lightning.

And it's about escaping this desert and finding the sea, but maybe just a fantasy.

]]

nighttime's a real thing

crackles like lightning 

up all the bones of my spine

how did I ever

land in this desert

with nothing left that was mine?

between radio stations

there's nothing but static and hiss 

there's nothing but nothing but this

when you're so far between

a room in an attic

listening to static

feeling the sun coming down

I'll send a letter

out of this desert

baby please let me come home    [[ or baby please come take me home ]]

I'm going down

where the rivers run down

I'm going down 

to the sea

it's always dangerous

[[ After looking at pictures of James Dean's wrecked car. ]]

it's always dangerous

to live in the 50s

typewritten testimony 

death certificate

some unincorporated

part of California

where turnip seed and

spider intersect

keep your eyes peeled

out on antelope road

a spider cartwheeling over the desert

the family myth

in the family myth

we escape winter

we escape water 

we escape the amnesia of the sea

and somehow there's me

in the family myth

we escape desert 

we escape searchers 

we escape the arbitrary decree 

and somehow there's me

all of this must be true

because somehow there's me

and somehow there's you

in the family myth

we escape cages

we escape rages

we escape the rogues of history 

and somehow there's me

in the family myth

we escape post-war

we escape closed door

we escape the Land of the Free

and somehow there's me

all of this must be true

because somehow there's me

and somehow there's you

in the family myth

we know their order to shoot on sight

we cross the border and move by night

and go on

in the family myth

we cross the water of a rolling sea

and all of us, some of us, one of us

must slip free

and go on

in the family myth

we escape exposure 

we escape erasure

we escape the men who hack the family tree
and somehow there's me

all of this must be true

because somehow there's me

and somehow there's you