A first run CD of Xoul Kool's latest album, When I'm Here I'm Home. Limited supply of 30 for shipping. Other CDs available at shows.
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Written 2014-2015
lyrics
Excluding all my ills which ail me.
I cannot strain to reach to you.
Distributing my possesions,
I'd rather set fire to your pew.
My family can't see consensus,
When none of their funds seem to be true.
My world's unsettling, for nothing I have done.
Situations have no voice.
Even though I once thought all was conducted by choice.
Cleaving, slicing, mincing my dreams.
My problems hazarding, fogging my being.
My tree is bare with fruit in the roots.
Maybe I'll find you someday in the soot.
Buried. Love, is buried under my being.
Individuality is what you see.
There's absolutely nothing there but me.
And if there are doubts about my love,
Then I suppose what I give is just not enough.
I've been circumstantial all my life and there
I've found someone who's dealt with the strife of dependency.
My colors ever change perspective,
I think that all others are fixed.
It's hard to focus on one object,
Another drink may make it click.
Pills are among the drugs that scare me,
Though I know everyone is sick.
Addiction, hypocrisy, hypocrisy sears my mind.
Individuality could kill me.
Isn't there anything else that O may be?
Friends seem to like it but it's all wrong.
Those who I love say that I belong.
Believable it may be that I can tear through my own loves
And pour unto hate.
But it's too late.
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022