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On Mars
06:19
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What is this body to you?
And what does this body do?
how can I carry it?
spilling over
buying bruises for the sake of life
How do you pray
In a body that holds sound like a cave
I wonder
As my hands hold one another
After you pray
Am I folding my corners on a fault line
Is my body weak or thin?
And what does that say of my will?
Do I bend to your every whim?
Bruised in the motions of the gallant fils
Ooh do you love me?
Ooh just let me be
Ooj do you love me?
Ooh just let me be
In a cave hands clasped
Your words the sutures for the broken hymns
Your breaks and spills, your bruises just still
Tender for life, the marrow distilled
Ooh do you love me?
Ooh just let me be
Ooj do you love me?
Ooh just let me be
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2. |
Sparse
02:35
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This sparse a scene would have me fleeing
Right to the edge of your vanity
I know it's not how it's supposed to be
Perhaps I'm just too vain to stop and see
That it's me too
me too
me too
me too
I'll wait around to see you cause a scene
Or drink yourself drink yourself stupid like you've been
I know your heart's headed for the wrong
But it's me, I've got to stay strong
leave me too
you would
leave me too
leave me too
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3. |
This Time
02:08
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Think twice
I might
This time
Think less
Be right
Alright
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What ya thinkin'
What ya thinkin'
Why can't you tell me?
What ya thinkin'
Do secrets cause a stir?
Your mouth with corners turned down never looked worse
Maybe our love was the curse
Maybe our love was the curse
Why can't you tell me?
Tight lips sworn to secrets
Have we reached, have we reached the end
Has the circle formed it's edge
Why can't you tell me?
What ya thinking'
do secrets cause a stir?
Back knotted with memories
your expression before you left me
wild nights and the bends
stomach bundled holding everything in
Maybe our love was the curse
Maybe our love was the curse
Maybe our love
Do secrets cause a stir?
Do secrets cause a stir?
Do secrets cause a stir?
Maybe our love was the curse
Maybe our love was the curse
Maybe our love was the curse
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5. |
Cradled and Cold
05:01
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Cupped in cold hands,
My melted butter edges harden,
bowed and round
Clear, like water, circling
My reaction is your move
Soft lines will be guides for the next time
I feel your mold
But I don't want to be confined
I'm trying to extend my thoughts into my limbs
Move again
Move again
Well the cradle of comfort isn't so cold
And the heat of hunger isn't enough
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V Olympia, Washington
V is a collaboration between HOSTXESS and Ajai. The project stems from a common adoration of the textures around us and
attempts to frame these textures within the context of pop. In doing so, we allow ourselves to feel that we are not alone.
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