The First Words We Heard Were Dirt (So Now We Are Digging)

by What We Are

/

  • Digital Album

    Immediate download of 13-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    Buy Now  name your price

  • Share / Embed
1.
01:45
lyrics
2.
03:34
lyrics
3.
03:39
lyrics
4.
03:30
lyrics
5.
02:00
lyrics
6.
02:43
lyrics
7.
01:28
lyrics
8.
03:39
lyrics
9.
02:21
lyrics
10.
04:02
lyrics
11.
04:29
lyrics
12.
06:00
lyrics
13.
01:37
lyrics

credits

released 01 January 2012

tags

tags: experimental jayson nessi seeing being what we are wordsweheard intuitionorphan post-homeless

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

contact / help

For help with downloads, click here.

For all other inquiries, click here.

Track Name: Kid is an Adult
Please explain to me how this is going to work-

You enjoy this:
Track Name: Your Parents
the tiniest pair of shoes we could find you
weren’t really shoes, at all-
we grabbed them that week the weather stopped,
six or seven days without so much as a breeze

it took a small hole,
so that we could leave
the rest of ourselves
before we returned,
so here they are:

laces like silly wet spaghetti strings,
two worn heels to match your dreams,
an upside down tongue- for your ideals,
and though it may seem the result of our work
remain concealed

just wait for us here,
and close your eyes
for what feels like
the warmest
amount of time

until everything you taste is pink
and everything you feel is white
and your only smell
becomes
peptide
Track Name: The Worms
i
can see the rainbow

better
with my sunglasses on

what
holds me
to
this irony?

love
is the worms you find
after a rainstorm

regret, guilt, shame
are the worms you find
after a rainstorm

kurt vonnegut
kittens
fireworks
steve jobs
chandra levy
genghis khan
the things you don’t need
kanye west
tight jeans
facebook
text messaging
the look you give yourself in the mirror
right before you cry
rupert murdoch
de’beauvoir
clayton purdom
john yettaw
charazard
jesus
dogshit
malcolm gladwell
fast food
espn
tibet

are the worms you find
after a rainstorm

but

it’s
the
way
I
feel
when
every
thing
is

(off)
Track Name: Their Mask
(we’ve been looking for new ways
to ask our fathers
not to bring their mask
to the dinner table)

if it were socially acceptable,
I would lie down right now
underneath this table

and I would imagine that this were my cabin
and that the snow outside
is like the snow outside my cabin

and each and every one of your legs
are my
aunts
uncles
and dogs

there’s an attic
and it’s dark
and red
and broken

there’s a trunk of stuff inside
for me to look through
so that I can act disinterested

and I used to be here
and our father used to be here
but now you can only
see
a ghost

but now you can only
hear
a ghost

and now you can only
feel
a ghost
Track Name: Our Ghost
do you see?
Track Name: Thoughtveins
crying from the back of his head
the last one left in some war

his fists felt the same
Track Name: The Warmth
some years ago
we would wait
for the bus
in the cold,
and the snow

and when it would come
I would feel lucky
just to sit
next to somebody
and imagine tangible
the warmth
they shared me

and then
I would sit
in the library
and stare,
into the white

and hope
that I
might die

and wish
that I
would die
Track Name: Hole Heart
if I
had a hole
in my heart
maybe I’d
have a
(w)hole heart?

sometimes I feel like
most of us deserve
so much
worse than hell

so what do we scream
when we are just
“okay”
and how do we dream
while we are awake?

the politicians and preachers are
packing it in
they’re heading home
to the natures they’ve forgotten

so when the sun comes up
promise to do the same thing
so that we can draw you in circles again

and when the sun goes down
will you hold your tongue
just long enough
to forget your sin

they’re throwing dirt
upon our living coffin
distracting us
with new beds to mess
and to make

but if I had half a clue
of who I am
or what I knew
I might find a light
to shine through

so what do we scream
when we are just
“okay”?
and how do we dream
when we are awake?

if I have a hole
in my heart
does that mean I have a
(w)hole heart?
Track Name: You Number, You!
you’re blinking moonlight
through the shutters and blinds
of urban decaying homes

when the sullen silhouette
of lonely little brick purpose
pushes you
graveyards away

would you believe
you still blow kisses
to inanimate objects?
and if you do
then why are you
still setting fires?

and so you dig.
inner-dialogue and all

wading through your know-better
past worm and forgotten pipe
to find an old telephone line

the clockwise world finally trapping you
and swearing to set you straight

deep inside you
set far across your sadness
five words ring out
in endless,
and unreal haunt:

You Were Born A Number
Track Name: Take Us Home
watching our parents
grow old
sitting on the fence

grass is there
a bug is there
a hair falls from
my sister’s tongue
and I know it’s mine
so I smile

then our parents
they watch us grow up
and fall off the fence

my insides choose their sides
my sister cries
and for a second
I almost admit
that I closed my eyes,
in the thick

but

when we let our milky fingers
find their own
they rarely let us down
and they never
take us home
Track Name: Wake Upsetting the Table
the parents are weeping for their childhood again
“so much time in the kitchen!”,
preparing meals for the children
whose names they still confuse
so often

the garden outside the window playing muse
a revolving machine
a planet whose gravity you wish you held

do you believe you still may sprout wings?
is that what haunts your dreams?

your spine spilling it’s soil
sparks peeling from your fingertips
your tongue closing it’s eyes,
swelling
sweating
spinning
spitting

the calendar blending into your reflection
refrigerated finger-paintings
slipping from their flippant position
the skylight becoming your jail,
and the mirror of escape

and when the snow hides our green traces
so shall the sun come down
to reflect our within

and when the rain finally falls
to bring out the bugs
let every single one of them
kiss my skin
Track Name: Words as Rooms
i’m bringing bricks to your words
i’m building sidewalks and doorsteps

i’ve got a trail across your tongue
that leads me deep within your lungs
where I am finishing my home
around the breaths you’ve yet to know

speak your words as rooms
and I’ll stand in this one

the naked and still night
some sort of
wicked reverse

to lead you on

or

to melt you whole

or

to remind you
the single,
simple truth

that the only secret
any human
ever keeps

that the only secret
any parent
ever keeps

that the only secret
any child
ever keeps

is their own mortality

(so never fear)

You are Always here

(and don’t be silly)

You are God
Track Name: Kid Was an Adult
there are probably still a few good reasons
nobody knows me
my trees are misshapen
and when I lie down
I start to grow
from the very, very bottom

and if I knew which dreams caused this
or could rectify them from below
I would dig deeper than you could follow

(and somewhere within there
you’d plug your ears
from the dark
and the worms
squirming beside your temples
pushing along your spine
quietly counting the seconds
silently finding the time)