the tracemeister

Brianna Nelson Photography COPYRIGHT 2010

ahoy mateys.

Lake Michigan.

Brianna Nelson Photography COPYRIGHT 2010.

coconut skins

You can hold her hand And show her how you cry Explain to her your weakness So she understands And then roll over and die

You can brave decisions Before you crumble up inside Spend your time asking everyone else's permission Then run away and hide

Or you can sit on chimneys Put some fire up your ass No need to know what you're doing or waiting for But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins And we've been hanging out Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins And relieve us our doubt La la la la la la la...

Oh you can hold her eggs But your basket has a hole You can lie between her legs and go looking for Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages Watch your compost turn to coal Time is contagious Everybody's getting old

So you can sit on chimneys Put some fire up your ass No need to know what you're doing or looking for But if anyone should ask Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins And we've been hanging out Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins And relieve us our doubt La la la la la la la...

oh damien.

come on skinny love just last the year,

pour a little salt we were never here.

watch the sunrise

say your goodbyes, off we go.
Some conversation, no contemplation, hit the road.

COPYRIGHT 2010 Brianna Nelson Photography