another night i hang my head and pray the city isn't dead
we're only here for stories we don't need
and I'm not one to call us out, to say that's what we're all about
but I'd lose sleep to say that I didn't see
bottles buried in the yard from kids that think they're getting hard
by burning books and racing in the streets
the city dolls up in a masquerade
and you won't see til your cards are played
but i will never let them take a part of me
i'm still young but all my dreams sing to me in a foreign tongue
it's much too late to keep it straight
my better days have all been feigned
the sun goes down and then i'm on the run
another day i stayed in bed, there's bullets shaking in my head
my soul's another mouth that i can't feed
downtown stalemate promenade
where the rich are born and the lovers fade
and it's not how it always was but now its how it’s gonna be
bottles hang like weather vanes
the kids are catching westbound trains
and hang sweet nothings on the wall of days that came undone
who to call when you can't be saved
when the sky goes out and the lights are paved
and everything you ever sing will never be unsung
The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2019