Now put your ear to the ground and tell me the sound of the ocean
You screamed loud when I left you for dead but I couldn’t make out what you said
I know you’re not real, you’re a manifestation of my guilt
But I can’t help running my fingers through your hair, we can go anywhere but we’ll always be in this ocean
It’s not my eyes that deceive me it’s my psyche that leads me to believe in these apparitions that define my reality
And who the fuck are you to say what reality is
I can feel her soft skin, what the fuck is realer than this, bitch?
I know you’re jaded your soul is weighted and over-stimulated from the gravity of this anomaly some devil created
I won’t pretend to understand what goes on inside you
But I know you feel this ocean’s force the same as I do
And in a way I don’t think I ever want to leave
If I’m at home in this malaise then maybe this is where I’m free
Where I’m free from the memories playing in a tape loop in my head as a threnody to my futility and this black tide of entropy
It’s that melody you burned into me that’s possessed me, regret that’s been nesting
Now an eternity with her is the only thing that has worth
I’m sorry mother but I’m not coming back down to your Earth
All proceeds from Julia Julian frontperson Max Ripps' experimental indie pop EP will be donated to Philadelphia Community Bail Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2020