Story Behind The Song

There's a terrifying freedom in the business of shipping and receiving forgoveness

Song Description

Funktified, break-beated, street-slumming trip-hop

Lyrics

i tend to retreat into embryonic hybernation
immediately after recognizing a monster fuckup,
only hitting the streets in brief to fetch myself
self-medication, then back to my martyr's seat to
wince away my shame, and
during these weeks or months, whatever, of this my habitual process, this track on endless repeat
follows me around... well... maybe, tomorrow...

i tend to repeat this cycle of self-absorbing de-evolution, refusing to sekk help from friends i know deep-down still care, but just this last week my avoidance forcefield was penetrated... she looked directly through to me and transferred
absolution.

rest easy with yourself, you are solid in our hearts, but there's a cancerish lack of color now you don't come 'round no more. there's a magic in yourself, helps resuscitate our rainbow, and next time you are lost, come by and breathe a little back. absolution.