Deep, Dark
Oulaw country, new wave punk, broken raspy female vocals with whiskey voice, throat fry, acoustic guitar, dark, minor key, desperate, 1990s, acoustic grunge, lo-fi
Deep, Dark
Oulaw country, new wave punk, broken raspy female vocals with whiskey voice, throat fry, acoustic guitar, dark, minor key, desperate, 1990s, acoustic grunge, lo-fi
Lyrics
Verse
Basement smell of rust and apples,
mildew chewing on the beams.
Someone left a shirt half-buttoned,
still it carries winter’s seams.
Verse
Clock won’t strike, its hands are nervous.
Matches snap but never light.
Underneath the sink a trickle
keeps repeating through the night.
Chorus
Deep, dark—closer than the pulse,
like a question without mouth.
Deep, dark—no one takes it back,
once it circles, once it drowns.
Verse
Cigarette left burning sideways,
ash collapsed before its time.
Curtain stains look almost human,
water bruises into grime.
Chorus
Deep, dark—closer than the pulse,
like a question without mouth.
Deep, dark—no one takes it back,
once it circles, once it drowns.
Bridge
Nothing here will say “remember.”
Nothing here will call it loss.
Only stains and crooked floorboards,
only breath that waits to cross.
Final Chorus
Deep, dark—closer than the pulse,
like a question without mouth.
Deep, dark—no one takes it back,
once it circles, once it drowns.
End