So my buddy Raddy introduced me to Sage Francis for the first time a few days ago. I’m totally into Bridle and Crumble. Check out the lyrics:

Bridle:

Maze broken
She’s runnin’
Feet swollen
He’s comin’
She’s stolen
And before he even knows it she’s gone.
Tea cups sittin’ on the hollow tree stumps
He’s dumped, and can’t seem to swallow these lumps
The beat goes on…

Same fire
New passion
Old flame
Trade it in for a summer fling
There’s nothing like that sweet old song…

Tip over
Root the trees
Bend the leaves
Blend in with the open wound
The freeze frames keep him warm…

The day’s frost is scraped off the weight loss
The new sign that says keep off
As he speeds off into the storm…

Out of spite the lighting strikes him twice
He’s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life
Peeling out on the lawn

Now he’s idling
His time is dwindling
In his mind he’s figuring out life’s about the little things
And his labyrinth
And all his magnificence can only keep the mice trapped
The princess is innocent
She doesn’t belong…

(I never thought I’d miss you)
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall…
She stopped to think for a minute, and in a split second went AWOL.
(I never thought I’d miss you)
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn

He’s pullin’ on the reigns, the bridle, the shower the storm
The maze, the high tower, clouds are red raw…
The reigns, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, high tower, clouds are red raw
The reigns, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, the high tower, clouds are red raw, clouds are red raw, clouds are red raw…

Crumble

They’VE said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and i’m in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as i’ve known the bumps and creeks of this house
It’s starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people’s mouths
You cant tell me it’s still settling
Built on an indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I’ve seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters
Ask directions TO YOUR whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one TORTOISE
Thats why I left this city, toO fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS
By the time i developed the pictures
They’re as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl’s best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, BUT COAL burns and nothing lasts forever
Dont know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they’re just aged paper
Crumbling
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

I’ve got an insecurity box for your mail
Tracing the name on the return adress as if it was made of braille
Pretended it was your finger but careful to not break a nail
The one that sealed the coffin shut. When it opened caused a paper trail
But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls
And emptied my head of these old trivial memories that i seem to hold
Now you’re a foot note with cement shoes
In case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since I left you

lyrics for Bridle and Crumble by Sage Francis provided courtesy of lyricwiki.org