The earth was too hot
The air was too thin
I took off my clothes
I took off my skin
I crawled to the sea
That was calling for me
So I could swim
Yeah, so I could swim
I was sick of the land
I was sick from the heat
I was sick of the sun
And the sky and the trees
Over the air that I needed to breath
When I held with my hands
When I walked on my feet
I took off my clothes
I took off my skin
Started shedding my arms
To start getting my fins
Crawled to the sea
That was calling for me
So I could swim
Swim the ocean wide
I was only just past the low tide
When I died
My head did swell
I said to myself
"Nature sure took her sweet time"
I was already losing my spine
I was sick with horror
When my curtain fell
It's the end of the story
I was certain to tell
Watching their faces
As they pulled me from the sea
Feeling for the place
I thought my gills would be
Busted and wrecked
Justly infected
My body beyond repair
Had no objections, sir
My only questions were
"Where do I go?" and
"Will I know when I'm there?"
But I really couldn't say that I cared
Because it has a sheep and fire on the cover, and also it's just really perfect. It's the good kind of reductive. This album never makes me cry, and it's a great soundtrack for dancing around and doing dishes and stuff Badassmotherhugger (MsAmandica)
Antiquated Future celebrates the career of prolific Portland garage-punk singer-songwriter Christopher Sutton with this catchy collection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2022