about
This track was written quite recently and was the second I wrote during my stint with the broken right hand so it's quite simple, because I could barely move my thumb to strum.
I was living on my friends floor at the time and thinking a lot about imposter syndrome, what it takes to make great art, to be an artist, and if the hedonistic thing was overrated. As always there's some of that Lynchian-cliche-symbolism... that idea of duality in the artist. You can't help but be your worst enemy sometimes.
This one is for Jana, and for anyone who doesn't think their art 'makes it'. It does.
lyrics
Step into the frame
where the image is bigger than the reflection
You’ve been living a double dream
but its not yours forever
Waiting on the time
by trial or by fire you’ll be set free...
But thats not what you wanted is it?
You want to be consumed by the mirror image
Just like me.
So you go,
dip your toes,
into nostalgia and its bitter
but its kind
on the eyes
and tastes sweeter than you remember
And your still waiting on that time
when one of many transit lines fails ya
when your dumb on a hook,
pretending not to look- but you can’t help it
still waiting on that time
by trial or by fire you’ll be set free
But thats not what you wanted is it?
You want to be consumed by the mirror image
Just like me.
I'm almost famous, almost nothing, almost burning all my clothing
Beyond possession, there's no exceptions- I must elevate all frequencies.
I'm almost dead, almost starving, I'm purgatoried, mornings-darling
I'm a fool, I’m a kid, but who is kidding me?
You're still waiting on that time
by trial or by fire you’ll be set free,
But thats not what you wanted is it?
You want to be consumed by the mirror image
Just like me.
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clean slate,
released December 24, 2021
Music / Lyrics by Anna Kunz
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