Carrier Lyrics by Ryley Walker
Carrier your season shook like a shrew
The flats were swollen the peaks exhaled
The builders hands were soft to touch
The doorway plumb though I had a limp
In hell there is a silver stool
And purple walls in the waiting room
The digs are shit but I push a broom
Every carpet searched by tweakers
The neon smoke hit my throat and I
Sang national anthems of a foreign soil
Repatriate my sins and shame
Gave anonymity a middle name
sunk to the middle of heavens basin
She put her weight upon my chest
choir died from the same bullet
They put a monument in an abandoned mall parking lot
A junkie with a rig in a pink limo
A loser who made it in roofing
Hoping the hail is brick sized
Praying a Kentucky bend folds the world
I never sleep in rain, I salt the surface
when it floods I paint the drought
On a mirror with a hapless maker
I’d break it all but I have no hammer