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Moral Fibre (feat. Damn Selene)

from If The Dust Was Your Feelings, I Guess I Was On My Own by Jacob Earl

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about

About the ways in which we moralize and scrutinize each other.

lyrics

Get down off your high horse
Get down off your high horse

Ain’t a folding a door that closes tight enough
To keep dem bones up off the floor
Boards just aren’t made with nails long enough
To put me up or beat back the source

And there’s a voice that is barely a whisper of sorts
And of course, it is mine and was never yours
With distortion absorbed in the form of a force
That was sure to inform me I had been warned

So I held breaths that weighed like a bag of rocks
In a habitat made to invert the nurture
But my footsteps had left a trail of ink blots
That my shadows had failed to interpret further

And the curves, I have learned, are seldom rainbows
And are far more likely to be made from sabers
So the teeth that I traded for morals to match masses?
A flash in the pan of my war with neighbors

Cause there’s more going on than the quote, unquote
Real men have authority to open throats through
A boulder to roll onto the shoulders of others
Irrelevant to the context of what folks go through

But I know you more than you know your own ways
I’ve thrown on those shoes of yours decades
And it goes through so unopposed on my best days
The rest, I’m dressed in an oppressive embrace

The taste in my mouth is metallic and routine
So I’m inclined to believe the default is busted
And I guess excuse me, if my views are extreme
But when the caged bee stings, I’d call it justice

A lot’s been changing since I cracked the shell, though
And I’m feeling warmed by the sunlight more
Besides ain’t a damn a door that closes tight enough
To keep dem bones up off the floor

Get down off your high horse
Get down off your high horse

Warhol Campbell childhood
Chiseled pistol, shoot; you should
Monster movie, really scared
Played a game of truth or dare

Boat shoes, tallboy, snapback
Best defense is a good attack
Out with the boys feeling bare
Bullies won't get outta your hair

Naked feelings of my guilt
Parallel to the home you built
I can't live up to that dream
The expectation I stay clean

Don't forget my betrayal
Deception was beyond the pale
Covered up with pretty myth
The lie you fell in love with

Better not to think about it
A lot of good that would do
Dust in the wind, dusk inside
Your deepest feelings felt so true

I wrote a little song about
Whether we had our whole life knit
How our fingers twine together
How are love got so lit

The better it gets, the slower I show
Every piece of moral fibre
Examining every piece, I go
Guess we couldn't get much higher

No one comes to the same conclusion
I made a side bet
The moral is a clever illusion
The rules left you soaking wet

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from If The Dust Was Your Feelings, I Guess I Was On My Own, released June 18, 2018
Featuring lyrics and vocals by Damn Selene.

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Jacob Earl Mississippi Mills, Ontario

No Gender. Queer Songs.

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