We don’t bother each other
when we’re on our own.
So go on, see your mother.
She’ll tell you “My, how you’ve grown.”
And I’m changing my morning,
one breath at a time,
with my face in my pillow
and my head in the sky.
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back…
I’m still weak with starvation
but I’ve got freedom to spare
to survey this great nation
from some cheap office chair.
“Well I was frozen in place
at the sight of your face as you stumbled
through the marshes and bogs that had kept me from saving the day.
This god that you worship obstructed my view of the scenery
and I don’t mean to use slander,
but I see no other way.”
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back…
Working with Florist member Rick Spataro, Eva Louise Goodman delivers buoyant compositions that run the gamut of psych-pop, girl group, and folk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 23, 2023