Whalebones

The new Man Man album is in heavy rotation right now. I just can’t get over the energy that comes from this band. I want to live in their music. The closest they are coming to Los Angeles on this tour is Santa Barbara, so on April 24th, after work, I am driving to SB with some people to see Man Man and then heading right back.

He’s got a curse around his neck
Like a yoke
He knows
To ever forget
The way she cut through his bed
The way a snake will bite
Through a cave of flesh

But he holds her
Though she’s broken
And swears he don’t care where she’s been
He’s tired
Of being human
Wears her close to the bone
As though she was his own skin
Shoots from the heart
Instead of the head
His mouth and his words
They rarely connect

Looks to the past
And where his tounge’s tread
And knows he meant the opposite

But she holds him
Like an infant
Though it breaks her in half
To know
he’ll wait like a man

So long
Cold indifference
When he reaches for her
She’s gone
She slips like the wind through blackened sails

But who are we to love
At all?
Who are we to love
At all?

I hope you don’t mind
If I hang all of my hopes
I hang all of my hopes
On this time

Although I’ve been warned
I’ll probably get burned
I’d rather get burned
Than to not try

I hope you don’t mind
If I hang all of my hopes
I hang all of my hopes
On this time
Cause you won’t
Let it go

Let it go