Lyrics Well Water Black (feat. Yoni Wolf of WHY?) - Alias
Somewhere
in
some
kin
roots
with
fifths
I'll
find
the
hollows
there
and
follow
Where
the
fit
do
not
go
A
subtle
wind
always
blows
me
back
Well
water
black
Spigot
spitting
nothing
But
some
frustrated
air
I'd
put
the
hollows
against
tomorrow's
Many
sicks
and
sorrows
Or
a
sinking
ship
with
cargo
And
men
on
deck
Well
water
black
Did-did-did
Did
both
my
grandfather's
beg
like
this?
Mad
with
little
fists
Under
thick
mustaches?
Lighting
the
only
tablecloth
With
the
last
book
of
matches?
The
blues
of
a
proud,
poor
boy
Caught
on
something
manic
and
well
to
do
It's
your
choice:
Bird
flocks
stuck
In
a
smokestack
panic
Or
in
little
shoes
you
quit
When
they
start
kids
pitching
With
your
two
palsy
palms
And
all
ten
digits
itching
Now
on
the
west
coast
Dressed
most
like
a
little
league
coach
I'm
low
key,
old
keys
But
no
boys
to
teach
On
no
dusty
diamond
No
breadcrumbs
where
I
went
Old
muscle,
slow
hustle
Oh
god
must
me
silent
and
far
away
For
us
to
hear
but
nothing
this
way
I'd
like
to
think
I'd
take
dictation
From
something
big
and
evasive
That
I've
yet
to
see
the
face
of
Bracing.
But
when
I'm
awake
I'm
like
a
little
twig
Breaking
under
heavy
winds
weight
Or
a
moth
hole
in
a
sweater
I
know
I
could
do
it
better
(I
know
I
could
do
it
better
I
know
I
could
do
it
better...)
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