"gala." is a memoir-- an exploration of girlhood, vulnerability, trauma, and silence.
LYRICS:
born wet: 7:14
theres so many words i've never spoken
tiny jewelry lockets never opened
i buried my tiny mind in sand and snow
i tucked away my love in the back of the top drawer
i was born wet
but i had to walk
made to speak
forbidden to talk
shy in the summer
you cut my hair off
i looked like joan of arc
in a turtle neck
and denim overalls
some things you just don't get back
that others have taken
you kick and then you scream
and then you play dead
don't forget to leave a light on
somewhere inside yourself
you will have your entire lifetime
to try and dig it back out
and here i am
and i wasn't meant
to be beautiful
or brilliant
yet here i stand
not as ugly as you imagined
somehow beautiful
and brilliant
i was born wet but i had to walk
little mothers: 5:43
when did my uncle
start saying i love you
every single day
all these acts of kindness
somehow combined into
a great big wave
and i sailed away
the neighbors called us
little mothers
cus we took care of ourselves
sneaking through the forest
hovering over the stove
putting dad to sleep
well i've been hell
so i know a pineapple paradise
so maybe i'm in over my head
don't knock me off my feet
life just don't seem worth living without my dream
so i'm reaching for the fruit
i don't know if it's ripe
but i've got to try
so i'm reaching for the fruit
hoping for something sweet
hoping for something right
get me the fastest black horse
you can find
and i'll ride away
dog days: 5:04
parachute of fear and doubt
always looking for the ground
or my way out
settle now
cus i love you right out in the open
there is no hunter and no prey
spent years in a shell
in the darkness of the ocean
but every dog has it's day
drunk off your hum
you sing in my ear all day long
careful hands make quiet minds
come inside
cus i love you right out in the open
the tallest tree in the storm
i'm living off of the shock of your lightning
you're my best friend forever more
if i'm an orchard
you're an orange grove
a field of wheat
the sweetest honeycomb
i'm loving you until i grow old
i find solace in what's to be seen
and told
bare bones: 5:00
i don't like this circumstance
locked up all the time
i need a chance to smell the roses
before i grow old and die
memorys a funny thing
we grow older but it stays young
and everything we thought we knew
starts to unravel
whats out there and whats inside
of everybody else's mind
i wanna see your spirit crawl outside
of your body and dance in moonlight
tonight
baby put your tarot cards down
you keep drawing the face of death
but you know you don't have to worry no
cus you've got to die to be reborn again
