we thought of all the ways our lives could be
counted for the ways our chips could fall
flung our thoughts to the outer bounds of the universe
now I can only see you from my black hole
I melt with the scarabs of the ancient towns
and waltz with the careless morning summertimes
alone in my black hole
there's nothing that I could not find
I rock with the surfaces of every planet's oceans
found out there's really nothing new under the sun
art is a feeling
nonexistence is its own kind of feeling
I have all kinds of feelings floating in my black hole
they're my art, and damn I'm good at having them
but I'm alone in my black hole
all alone with my art
I never thought this was the way my life would be
never thought this was the way my chips would fall
alone in my black hole
self-contained with my thoughts and ancient artifacts
alone in my black hole
waiting for a straggler like me to fall through the cracks and keep me company
I’d describe Speedy Ortiz’s sound as very brash yet very melodic. The chord progressions and melodies are so wacky and out of place in a way that shouldn’t work but somehow still does, and I’m in love with it. Arin with an i