Lyrics for the songs on my first record, the Edith Frost double-7" / CD single

All songs written, copyrighted and published by Edith Frost / Marfa Music (BMI)

EvangelineBlame YouMy God InsaneWaiting Room


Evangeline

pan down to Evangeline
the bluest eyes you ever saw
standing in the bluish air
she rests her hand on the pedestal
mmmm… gather in her courage

Evangeline sings to the gods above
sings to the stars
and all of the strangers
turn into angels
Evangeline sings in the bluish air
sings to the stars
with the bluest feathers
falling around her

mmmm… gather in her courage
she walks into the bluish light
she looks at all the people
she scans their faces one by one
standing in the strangest crowd
she scans their faces one by one
ever aware of the possible
she sees it laid out one by one
mmmm… gather in her courage

Evangeline sings to the gods above
sings to the stars
and all of the strangers
turn into angels
Evangeline sings in the bluish air
sings to the stars
with the bluest feathers
falling around her


Blame You

I’m tired of thinking so hard
you wanna argue out
angles that you’ve thought about
I’m tired of fighting for air
I’m gonna rest my eyes
for just a little while

I’d rather blame you
and make it go away
I’d rather put it in my pocket

maybe I’m feeling the strain of these times
ask if I’m alright
I’m gonna close my eyes awhile
I’m taking some time to decide
you won’t ask me twice
are you still my baby tonight?

I’d rather blame you
and make it go away
I’d rather put it in my pocket

don’t go off and leave me
don’t go off and leave me
you’ve seen the damage you’ve made

I’m tired of thinking so hard
you wanna talk about
angles that you’ve thought about and
I’m tired of fighting for air
I’m gonna close my eyes
for just a little while

I’d rather blame you
and just be done with it
I won’t consider my involvement

don’t go off and leave me
don’t go off and leave me
you’ve seen the damage you’ve made

I’d rather blame you
and make it go away
I’d rather put it in my pocket
I’m blameless now


My God Insane

my god insane
he makes me say
the strangest things
the meanest things

my god is blind
he asked me not
to see these things
to just believe in him

so occluded we
choose not to see
what it means
and we’ll fail to ask
where we stand

so polluted we
stagger round to be
closer to defeat
and we’ll fail to know
where we go


Waiting Room

the emptiness we crave
the emptiness that gives us strength
is not without its benefit
fueling our intense dreams

wait… waiting room

the emptiness we hold
the emptiness we grow
is not without its benefit
fueling our intense dreams

wait… waiting room