I wrote this song under the unambiguous and unabashed influence of the Mountain Goats.
lyrics
Well, I could make this desk an altar
if I hadn't filled up every last inch;
and I could make this planner a plan,
but I've booked it till the judgement day;
and I could make this shroud a costume,
but I haven't cut the eye-holes out of it,
so I can't see past myself,
I can't see past myself.
And I haven't made room in my life
for empty space
and without it, there's no such thing as lace.
And I could make this house a home
but it's cat shit up to the ceiling,
books and records crawling up the walls
till I couldn't hope to extricate one;
and I could sink back into my skull,
but the Internet's inside of it,
gnawing at the backs of my eyes,
clawing at the backs of my eyes,
'Cause I haven't made room in my life
for empty space
and without it, I am going to die in this place.
And I think of the vaults
and of the tunnels underneath the city,
and of the F-holes in the upright bass,
and of the end-papers,
the clear space circling the edited text
like the ocean underneath the ocean
and I scream,
"Rise, you dead, from your hollow spaces,
take revenge on this business!
Rise, you dead, from your hollow spaces,
help me clean up your and my mess,
'Cause I haven't made room in my life
for empty space,
and without it, damn all the human race."
credits
released February 2, 2024
Music and lyrics by Alexander Dove
Performed, recorded and mixed by Alexander Dove
Mastered by Joe Procopio at 2TrackMastering
Track art by Phill Menge (Instagram: @strictlygoose)
Alexander Dove is a songwriter, poet, and composer, who also plays in the traditional Celtic folk group Dòrain. Alexander
Dove is used for more-or-less solo or self-directed work, regardless of genre. Published writings are under the name Alexander Dove Lempke....more