Kali Masi - Still Life Lyrics

Soft as Silk, Cool as Clay-
We're thrown into a promise kiln
Made to break your heart of glass

Like flowers, we all wilt on a winter days,
Our brittle stems get cut too soon to bloom.
Ash to Ash, all too soon.

I heard a sad song in a grocery played over High School Shooting Mourning Shoppers.
The Still Life of bruising fruit cloaked us in its sweet perfume.

We were cracking ourselves up.
Now my voice cracks when they mention you.
I packed a lens, thought it would heal you
If you could see for yourself inside a different light
Focus on the real you.
Push-pinned to walls and taped to mirrors,
Meant to be revered: the image of you.

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Refracted light covering pews
The messes of flown-in friends in borrowed suits
(To leave a glass half-full and a small town gutted)
I'm seeing red through all the blues
White roses bow their stems unto
The image of you, living Proof.

I never said I love you,
I guess I thought you knew
Ripples make the waves make the shorelines cave,
We all do.
I can't say I've carried the weight in the invisible ways some do.
The taller the mountain, the sweeter the view.

Now I'm walking the bridge in your shoes,
My demons loom and they're telling me to do it.

Seduced by stunts that seem profound
But don't end the pain, they just push it around.
My fingers laced a crownthe crowd
Wet-faced for birthdays spent uncrowned
Our quiet march to view the image of you.

So, Can I get a little noise made in here for my Brothers?
One out from the bottle, one out from the bitter.
And Can I get little noise made in here for my Mother?
Three boys by herself. Beat hunger, Carcinoma.
Some noise made here for my Father?
Brought his chin up, brought himself up, calls to check up Sundays still.
Can we make some noise for each other?
We'll never fall short as long as we're reaching.
We're never alone if there's two hearts beating.
I see no reason why any should fall, Fall victim again to a fools call. Fall Victim Again
If you needed a friend
Yeah, I still get angry when I feel the void
I feel shame when I don't feel joy.
Will you please make some noise?
I get embarrassed and I get choked up when I lust for that rope up.
When the fools call lingers on my mind like the pool hall smoke stuck in our clothes.
Sometimes my head hangs so low I could swear that I'm in hell.

So in your wake I volunteer:
Custodian to fear and sorrow, to mine unfading grief for peace.
Through your ghost I see it clear the silver lining cast along the image of you.

Like shadows cast by bruising fruit,
Stretched behind glass, forever viewed.
Like ash survived by all our action,
The framed still life of