There are no givens,
except what we're give by the ones who came before us
But the left us a puzzle,
Late birthday wrapping, thick paper, paper cuts
We are creatures of a culture we create
But we are still inflicted with our contextual birthplace
This problem's generations old,
Hand-me-down psychology
Perfectly the puzzle pieces fit between
My mom and me
Late birthday wrapping, thick paper, paper cuts
What they couldn't figure, they have left for us
You are me, I'm not you
Suffering, still burns through
Hand-me-down pain
Hand-me-down pain
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023