Eating the Darkness

 

 

Eating The Darkness                                  Words & music by Frances Livings © 2013

I turn the key and stare into a
long, dark corridor I see the
furniture – untouched and cold
the emptiness starts to unfold

Dust has settled with no delay
upon my absence, during the day
while everything’s just frozen in its place
from when I left at twenty past eight

I’m always on time, never too late
but what difference does it really make?

And I sit here eating the darkness
and the darkness eats at me
I’m fading into the wallpaper
on the second floor
apartment number two-o-three

This is no chosen solitude
no PMS or a crappy attitude
a cheery bumper sticker,
a slogan of the day
can’t make this loneliness go away

Wandering rooms like in quarantine
I’m starring at the clock,
on elasticated time
brain waves flickering, mercury mind
like a black’n white TV in 1969

Losing my mind, losing my mind?
Just starring at the clock
on elasticated time –

And I sit here eating the darkness
and the darkness eats at me
I am fading into the wallpaper
on the second floor
apartment number two-o-three

Am I just another Eleanor,
my face in a jar, stuck by the door?
my feelings, bits of cargo
on a long conveyor belt
just carried away while I evaporate

Sit here and wait, sit here and wait
But what difference does it really make?

And I sit here eating the darkness
and the darkness eats at me
I am fading into the wallpaper
on the second floor,
apartment number two-o-three
Apartment number two-o-three…

 

Additional info:
Read about the creative process of writing this song: Eating the Darkness. Francesca Woodman’s Wallpaper

Recording Credits:
Artist: Frances Livings
Album: The World I Am Livings In
Label: Moontraxx Records, 2013

Frances Livings ~ vocal
Jeff Colella ~ electric piano
Trey Henry ~ double bass
Joey Heredia ~ drums

Eating the Darkness illustration song porcelaine doll's head under glass bell jar

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