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Shotgun the Sky

from The Ghosts Beneath Our Feet by Nora Nygard

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I can't stand on the edge and lie
I can't handle the way you shotgun the sky

when I drive back to the cities
it feels like a suicide
I can see my failures
in the skyscraper’s shine

driving naked through the summer
burning sweat all over me
I walk down to the ocean
I wash myself clean, I wash myself clean

I felt every word in the water
sleeping in the strawberries
if you look close enough
I am a factory
the shark can smell your lips
like weaving pikas upon Titus
shake me by my shoulders
love me as the morning cuts

I wanna harness the power of the sun
I wanna apologize for everything I’ve done
I wasted my life
I hurt you
I’ve been really dumb

I can't believe this year
was anything more than an anomaly
a dick is just an object
haunted daydreams and memories
safety pins in socks
lavender my cummy clothes
little in the laundry basket
underwear on the road

shadow people stroke my veins
magic stacked like dirty plates
smokes and suffocates
I’ve seen things in the sky I can’t explain

when I drive back to the cities
it feels like a suicide
gasoline kills me
gasoline keeps me alive

I can't stand on the stage and lie
I can't handle the way you shotgun the sky
I can't stand on the stage and lie and lie and lie

I don’t remember your face
I put my hand through glass and
scream up on the mountain
I miss what I've forgotten

I tried to talk. I tried to be friendly. Contacts and networking. It’s Saturday. I’m stalling for time eating a blueberry muffin. There’s no reason for me to hurry home. I’m nervous, I can feel disaster. The moon is up. It’s as hot as those summer nights at the lake as a kid: humid, sticky, you’d lay in your tent wishing you could fall asleep but all you could do was sweat. I wash behind my ears. Floating geese and clouds. Weeping children, pain in my legs. There needs to be a better way for us to keep ourselves healthy. The meadows stolen, the fireworks in the church bells. Most of the street lamps are burned out, including the one we’re parked under. There’s barely any light pollution. We can look up and see the stars. We trade watch duties. One of us keeps an eye on the car while the other turns their head and stardreams. I imagine the usual things: Are there aliens out there? How big is infinity? Is the universe meaningless? Are UFOs from another planet or are they all CIA? How many relationships have I fucked up during my lifetime? My high-definition television showed up at my house yesterday and I opened it and instead there was a high-powered rifle. I watch the car. He worked in the steel industry. It was good steel, affordable steel. The company was partially responsible for the Flood. But back to making friends, it’s necessary for business. I know that you try to find numbers and patterns in the universe, that you find solace when you think you've found order, that it soothes you. It will let you down in the end. You will slip into the abyss, a crisis of allergies and mesh surgery. To ensure that you get paid, please kill the man slowly and in an avant-garde fashion. Include the invoices. Email is not an option. Feel free to call.

fate
wide-eyed and late
I miss you
forever and soon

it's beautiful out here
dark in the dawn
I did wrong once
I'll do it again

get in the ocean
goodbye kiss
I don’t know why
but I wake up in panic

you’re the light of my life
why would you do this?
I can’t stand on the road
in your breath and secrets

the wilderness
is a funeral on your body
to be ready for everything
you must be happy

I don’t want to watch
your final moments
I want to pretend
you’ve awakened from your coma

baby I told you
I'll fall right through
the sky you shoot
I told you, I told you

it's dark in the dawn
and reality is near
that universe is gone
and this one is here

credits

from The Ghosts Beneath Our Feet, track released September 2, 2022
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Nora Nygard: Production / Recording / Mixing / Mastering / Songwriter / Composition / Cover Art / Photography / Vocals / Synthesizer

Blake Burbach: Bass Guitar

Robert Kramer: Electric Guitar

Dr. Sonic: Recording / Transfer Tape to Digital

Taylor Stockert: Drums

The band recorded "Shotgun the Sky" live to 2" analog tape on 4 June 2011.

Transferred to digital on 25 October 2017.

The vocals were recorded March 2022.

Mixed 7 September 2020 to April 2022 in ProTools.

Mastered 7 April 2022.

Produced in the Vampire Castle by Nora Nygard.

Little Sisyphus | NN040

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Nora Nygard Saint Paul, Minnesota

I've always been searching. Drumming in punk bands. Singing into a cassette mic alone. Trans angst, alienation, going on the road. Synthesis, tape, poetry. Two failed tours, two failed degrees. Reclaiming my voice from the choir, reshaping my voice after punk rock. Years of isolation, hormone therapy, production studies, and hundreds of releases with various projects. ... more

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