Waxahatchee - Rose, 1956 Lyrics




Sharp hangover, it is Christmas Eve
It fades and evaporates
Passing the trains and lakes and trees
Your breaths are short and urgent and it is unsettling

You got married when you were 15

Now I hide out from telephone wires at Waxahatchee Creek
Your body, weak from smoke and tar and subsequent disease

You got married when you were 15

No miscalculation, each other's only living means
Your arms wane thinner
Your legs surrender
Sunlight probing, it is christmas eve
No stitch of shade, we pass by lakes and big mimosa trees
Your breaths are short and urgent and it is unsettling

You got married when you were 15





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Waxahatchee Rose, 1956 Comments
  1. Pete Wong

    I keep coming back to this song. I get the same feeling I used to get listening to Andy from Manchester Orchestra live. It's that same energy Kurt had on Unplugged. It's hauntingly beautiful like something from the Cure or Bright Eyes. Goddam this song.

  2. LAG3

    That's just beautiful, heart breaking, and sad.

    LAG3

    STILL so sadly beautiful. ❤