Erin McKeown
born to hum
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Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year
I had nothing to say
With a dangling promise, a terrible past
I threw all the words away
We were born to hum
You were the last in my twenty-fourth year
To make a demand of my voice
I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face
I gave you my choice
We were born to hum
We were born to hum
So as a gradual running, a kind of relief
Settles on my face
Once in a while I complain to myself
Nothing gets done
Nothing's in place
I, I would rather hum
I, I would rather hum
- Album:
- Manifestra
- Small Deviant Things, Vol. 1
- Hundreds of Lions
- Sing You Sinners
- We Will Become Like Birds
- Grand
- Distillation
- Miscellaneous
- The Queer Gospel
- According to Us
- Civics
- Paste mPlayer #77
- The Jailer
- Paste Magazine Sampler #05: Q3 2003
- Queen of Quiet
- New Noise, Volume 6
- Monday Morning Cold
- Nip/Tuck
- Voices at Borders
- We Will Become Like Birds (bonus disc)