they could not believe what you had done, crooked little one, far too much for 6 o'clock
how the brook ran red around the square, crooked little stares, how the Sunday traffic stopped
now just outside the town there is a house, a crooked little house,
watch the family lay you out, kiss you on your crooked mouth, family raise their heads and shout
so just grab your bicycle and point it at the sky, cycle till you're just a streak of light,
fireworks will burn up in the night, just to come alive
once you found a keyhole in the floor, a crooked little door, whispers on the other side
once you found a kitten in the street, with crooked little feet, military pins for eyes
now just outside the town there is a house, a crooked little house,
watch the family spread you out, kiss you on your crooked mouth, family raise their heads and shout
so just grab your bicycle and point it at the sky, cycle till you're just a streak of light,
fireworks will burn up in the night, just to come alive,
come and see the one they couldn't fix, torn between the lion and the witch, well
all of the people you lost on they way well they're waiting for this
every crack-up costs you your mind unless you come alive
so just grab your bicycle and point it at the sky, cycle till you're just a streak of light,
fireworks will burn up in the night, just to come alive,
come and see the one they couldn't fix, torn between the lion and the witch, well
all of the people you lost on they way well they're waiting for this,
all the life you feel is not your own, all the ways you feel you might explode,
everyone who waits for you at home
Indianna Hale's cosmic Americana is equal parts spooky and inviting, the warm sonic palette a cushion for her eerie songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 17, 2023