Another track from our newest cassette release, this song is a sort of, kind of, off-center love letter to my wife. If anyone reads this, you may find yourself wondering how any one female/male could possibly be flattered by an ode like this. But I'm incapable of viewing love with a rose tint. I can't. Love is not radical most of the time. For the majority it's baggage; necessary, and important, and comforting, and cumbersome, and useful, and painful, and exciting---- baggage. My wife stole my heart when I met her, coming into view at a time when I had resolved to be alone. That sucks! Just when I had finally grown comfortable with the prospect of solitary adventure, she arrived. She took it and I had no choice in the matter. That's the shit of it all. Like it or not, it's real. And true. That's why I wrote this. I wrote it for the part of our relationship that can be downright fucking nuts. That's why it's not pretty. But then again, things that are truly beautiful rarely are.
TAKING IT OVER
A lonely lock falls off your face
And hope
A tendril plucked from urge's frame
No more
And will I ever
Take another
Unlabored breath before you
Or will lust be my constrictor
(Chorus)
I fell off track, then got it back
But now you're taking it over
From proper beats, to heart attack
Yes now you're taking it over
Cause now my mind
Is running blind
Yes now you're taking it over
I'm in love, so I'm in hell now.
Anyone who sells love pure
A crook
A barefoot walk down razor shores
No more
And will I ever
Take another
Unlabored step before you
Or will love fill all my blisters
(Chorus)
YOU'RE TAKING IT OVER!!!
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