She Creeps (feat. Alex Sopp)
from Everything Imaginable Comes True by Chris P. Thompson
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(after The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman)
lyrics
I'm fine. He said I had a silly little emergency.
Implied I might just need some time out of town.
"Sunshine, it's only just the lightest shade of anxiety,"
he sighed. "It's not like you're the type to break down."
Had to comply, let well-wishers be.
Knowing that I only will fix me.
I'll find out why it is she secretly
watching me.
I tried to warn him but I'm always just so misunderstood,
glass-eyed, as though there's something "other" to me.
My guide is hiding in this seasick swirling and so I stood
bedside until it had me feeling creepy.
Night after night, I suppose
after midnight, patterns unfroze.
Comforting fright, vertigoes, when she goes.
Fixated eyes, yellow gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
She's in disguise, creeping round,
upside-down.
I cried, imagined how a chamber looks from the other side of bars;
a bride, a canopy, a tired nightgown.
Abide the self-important ostentatious aroma of cigars.
Inside, two tablets and a bed they nailed down.
She spies, whispering replies
to my cries.
As night falls, clawing at walls, she crawls.
Fixated eyes, yellow gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
She's in disguise, creeping round,
upside down, round and round.
You told us lies, oh no no no no.
She is too wise not to know!
She hears my cries, weeping.
"Let me go."
Eyes dried, the picture of a righteous creature ecstatic to be free.
My pride is back together and my mind sound.
Deride a remedy they merely cooked up for pacifying me.
Outside, he's struggling to break the door down.
Oh she cries, and I
whisper replies.
Night falls, clawing at walls, I crawl.
Fixated eyes, yellowed gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
I'm in disguise, creeping
round and round, upside down.
You told me lies, oh no no no no.
I am too wise not to know!
I hear your cries, reaping
what you sow.
Implied I might just need some time out of town.
"Sunshine, it's only just the lightest shade of anxiety,"
he sighed. "It's not like you're the type to break down."
Had to comply, let well-wishers be.
Knowing that I only will fix me.
I'll find out why it is she secretly
watching me.
I tried to warn him but I'm always just so misunderstood,
glass-eyed, as though there's something "other" to me.
My guide is hiding in this seasick swirling and so I stood
bedside until it had me feeling creepy.
Night after night, I suppose
after midnight, patterns unfroze.
Comforting fright, vertigoes, when she goes.
Fixated eyes, yellow gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
She's in disguise, creeping round,
upside-down.
I cried, imagined how a chamber looks from the other side of bars;
a bride, a canopy, a tired nightgown.
Abide the self-important ostentatious aroma of cigars.
Inside, two tablets and a bed they nailed down.
She spies, whispering replies
to my cries.
As night falls, clawing at walls, she crawls.
Fixated eyes, yellow gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
She's in disguise, creeping round,
upside down, round and round.
You told us lies, oh no no no no.
She is too wise not to know!
She hears my cries, weeping.
"Let me go."
Eyes dried, the picture of a righteous creature ecstatic to be free.
My pride is back together and my mind sound.
Deride a remedy they merely cooked up for pacifying me.
Outside, he's struggling to break the door down.
Oh she cries, and I
whisper replies.
Night falls, clawing at walls, I crawl.
Fixated eyes, yellowed gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
I'm in disguise, creeping
round and round, upside down.
You told me lies, oh no no no no.
I am too wise not to know!
I hear your cries, reaping
what you sow.
credits
from Everything Imaginable Comes True,
released July 31, 2019
Lyrics by Chris Thompson
Music by Chris Thompson and Alex Sopp
Logan Coale, electric bass
Matt Smallcomb, drums
Alex Sopp, vocals
Chris Thompson, marching percussion
Lyrics by Chris Thompson
Music by Chris Thompson and Alex Sopp
Logan Coale, electric bass
Matt Smallcomb, drums
Alex Sopp, vocals
Chris Thompson, marching percussion
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