Cataldo

Cataldo - Sinkhole

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(Verse 1)

I’ve always felt that life’s a sinkhole

Smothering each day I get to give

But the older I get the more it feels like the American West

Something empty and clean, new as an egg

Now filled with great mountainous things

that I’ve made

Like friends I’ve let hang in the wind

Hear them rattle on each other, wish I had an older brother to intone

Some night music that gets in my bo-bo-bo-bones

To remove every trace of the places I’ve kno-kno-kno-known

(Verse 2)

Some days I feel like a well-received tourist.

Some days a guest that just won’t leave

One day an acre of trees, then a little grown leaf

If you strobe in between you see no change

But in an elemental way, they’re not the same

One could argue there’s some growth in decay

But that’s a cruel way to be kind,

A lever for the weak of mind to tip big stones

Into the vacuum of being a-lo-lo-lo-lone

To warm up the hearth of a place that’s no ho-ho-ho-home

(Verse 3)

Oh, what a load what heavy lifting?

That light through cracks from ground that’s shifting

You find yourself beneath a bridge, the rafters above about to give

Someone whistling above you and you know the next pi-pi-pi-pitch

Think you better start bracing from when you’re not some new ki-ki-ki-kid

(Verse 1)

I’ve always felt that life’s a sinkhole

Smothering each day I get to give

But the older I get the more it feels like the American West

Something empty and clean, new as an egg

Now filled with great mountainous things

that I’ve made

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