You're breaking out of your caste
You're dying to make the society page
But none of that's gonna last
You'd get it just to watch it fade
'Cause you're an old soul
An archangel in beach sandals
And a pocket full of unmet goals
You could never hope to handle
You can't build a city
On a list of things you don't like, it's not a map
You can't carve and idol with your eyes closed
You just can't
So give me some good news
Some relief from all these ghosts
Give me a benediction
And it's a seatbelt at a slot machine
You keep praying and they're saying
That you don't know what they mean
You only came to play a game
You can't build a city
Not on a list of things you don't like, it's not a map
You can't carve and idol with your eyes closed
You just can't
So give me some good news
Some relief from all these ghosts
Give me nuclear fission
Give me sweet nostalgia
A champagne car and a day at the coast
Give me science fiction
credits
from Airplane mode,
released November 10, 2017
written by n. canton with k. junker and g. kelly
This vibrant cross-genre compilation of BIPOC musicians from New Orleans features Christelle Bofale, Delores Galore and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 23, 2021