Wake up in the morning but the gifts aren't there
You search beneath your bed to find bunnies made of hair
On this blessed day you thought the world would kiss your hand
But on this cursed day it seems your stomach's filled with sand
You watch her bring the gifts in, but watching from afar
Soon you'll be detected and her lid will shake ajar
The morning comes in aching throbs and then the day will crawl
Wishing it was over wishing hands would end it all
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Your palms are red and sweaty but you think that you can bring some joy
Working late into the night making a metal toy
When it's done you'll play it back and sorrow to it's song
The bond that you used to share feels thin and stretched for far too long
One by one the gifts are stripped their mysteries exposed
But yours you've kept under you bed tied up in some clothes
A homemade piece made with love (and the burdens of the dead)
When it's time to open it up it's sure to turn some heads
The wearer of the hat bends down and plucks a ribboned box
You see them walking toward you but their face is like a fox
On a dime you know the gift was never meant for you
And in that moment everything seems old and never new
Finally the faces turn and you are given a gift
You tear apart the paper but it's already ripped
Inside you find a mockingbird wishing it was dead
It's song is sad and shrill ringing loudly in your head
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024