Writings

All We Need (Diet Folk Lyrics)

We’ve been pretending we don’t know our left from our right or right from wrong
but we can’t pretend anymore.
We’ve been ascending and ascending higher and higher in our minds
it brings us back home again.
And we’ll hide our eyes from whatever we don’t wanna see yet. 
Anticipation and self medication have got us by the strings
making our ears ring.

Because it’s all we need
to keep us hidden from reality
to keep us burning with the morning sun
within the woodwork of a cold city
our pretty eyes have taken reddish hues
Oh my god, what have we done?
what contaminated fun
just one more time.

We’ve been collecting up all of our hate in a jar for later days,
we just can’t face it right now.
We’ve been all folded up, backs to the real world run by the men
we don’t want to be yet
so we’ll hide our eyes from whatever we don’t want to see yet.
and anticipation and self mutilation have got us by the strings,
making our ears ring

I’ll know my maker when she calls for me
I’ll know my maker when she calls
I’ll know my maker when she calls 

-Dedric 

Attention (Diet Folk Lyrics)

Well I don’t want to feign some hard-earned pain
or talk about the moon or the stars or the rain
or write about the drugs that lead me on
or sing about the people who’ve done me wrong
So go ahead and pen your petty cries
can’t you see the wear in everyone’s eyes
and every drop of time they pour into you,
builds you right back up but it breaks them down too.

Oh my my, you could cry for wolves all day
you’re angry; some would say you’ve got it made
Oh my my, you could cry for wolves all day,
it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad
it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad.

And all the dirt got tracked across my floor
like a warning from your feet onto my door
and I remember days when we used to sit,
but looking at you now, you’re full of shit,
so share.

After, who’re you gonna sell your soul?
After, who’re you gonna sell your soul? 

-Dedric 

Crave (Diet Folk Lyrics)

Let your cold, shaky sigh, lift your head all filled with rye,
and the corners of your lips are stained red.
I had yours, you had mine, what a lovely waste of time,
what’s it take to get in your head?
Oh crave, crave, it’s a word and I’m it’s slave,
because I never have as much as I need.
Yours, yours, it gets stronger as it pours
and you take it ‘til you make yourself bleed

You really fucked it all
I could feel it in the morning
Just how hard will you fall?
I asked you please to heed.
You really fucked it all,
can’t you feel it in the morning?
Just how hard will you fall?
I asked you please to heed,
I asked you please to heed.

Oh fall, follow me down
Follow, a lead astray.
Crave, crave, it’s a word and I’m it’s slave
and what’s the use in building a wreck?
Yours, yours, it gets stronger as it pours
so you let it grow to keep you in check?

I asked you
heed my words
I asked you
heed my call

-Dedric 

Worry Dance (Diet Folk Lyrics)

A housefly trying to sing to me
it’s got me buzzing like a symphony
while the rain came brave trying to break the snow,
the ground was trying not to let it go,
they’ve become so attached in recent days.
So wake me, break me, make me free,
peel off my skin ‘cause it’s been baking me,
it’s drenched, entrenched in all I know,
all the things that I’ve been trying to let go,
worry wants a place to stay.

Wake us up with the morning rain,
our paper youth so quick to burn away,
away, away, away, away.
Wake us up, the sun’s still shining,
breathe it in, don’t worry it all away,
away, away, away, away.

So here I lie with open chest,
baring my ribs in my most honest request,
take my worried bones away.

I’m not living anymore, like when I was a child,
open up my ropes, let my mind run wild.

-Dedric 

Sativa Snow (Diet Folk Lyrics)

Laying in a bed of feathers
walking through the sides of a lucid dream,
watching faces weather,
stretching and contorting like Edy’s scream
out, dancing in the candle light,
singing in the candle light,
you know me all too well.
So hold me, and sway me, rock me like a baby
push me under when the thunder goes boom,
make me wonder, make me swoon,
under a midnight moon,
sativa, sativa snow,

sativa snow, sativa snow, sativa snow, sativa snow. 

Sitting by a cardboard sun,
but it burns in my arm like a lit cigar,
let it out for a run, never thought I’d ever let it run
this far out, dancing by my cardboard sun,
looking for some cardboard fun,
you stole the water from the well.
So hold me, and sway me, rock me like a baby
push me under when the thunder goes boom,
make me wonder, make me swoon,
under a midnight moon,
sativa, sativa snow.

So when the dew starts to settle,
I’ll melt your suit of metal,
while it’s dripping I’ll be sipping on the
nectar from the cups of the gods.

-Dedric 

The Tracks (Diet Folk Lyrics)

I was walking through the cold and the snow,
following a set of tracks that I did not compose,
I wonder where it goes.
The tracks they led me to the edge of the trees,
there, I caught a glimpse of it, 
and sat down on my knees,
they go where they please.
They fell in bundles on me,

Darling they go where they want to go,
darling they go where they go.

So where’s your teacher when you need her the most?
Where’s the preacher when he told me that I would be saved?
Well I guess he never came.
I could hear it as it pulsed through the trees,
burns with wisdom that the bells of a church could never bring,
let me hear them ring,
they fell in bundles on me. 

-Dedric 

Bird Of Mine (Diet Folk Lyrics)

In the corner of my eye, a million people die,
with their hands all held up high,
but I’ll turn, turn, turn my head away,
I’ve got other things on my mind.
And someday when it’s warmer, a million years away,
I’ll come up from below and I’ll take, take, take
my head away.
I want other things on my mind.
It’s so easy for me to say.
So much harder for me to do.
And here it comes again, another day behind,
waiting in the corner, for me to find, for me to find.
And here it comes again, another day behind,
getting colder and colder and colder, and
colder with time, for me to find.
and it’s so easy for me to say,
so much harder for me to do.

Bird of mine, bird of mine, I don’t have the money,
I don’t have the time for you.
No.

-Dedric

Cold (Diet Folk Lyrics)

In a cold town by the shore,
there’s a hill, where the city lights shine,
in a cold, winter in the north,
I drive; the skyline’s alive.

you might be cold, but I don’t mind,
coming back to you.

And my breath leaves easier now,
like a ghost in the air.
To the left, there’s a boy in the park,
with black frozen hair.
And the road, I know every day,
the road, why should I stay?

you might be cold, but I don’t mind,
coming back to you.

And I wake in the morning
with the itch to be leaving,
every single day.
To hop to the wheel and drive into the city,
but I know I’d run away.

-Dedric

Youth (Diet Folk Lyrics)

When we got so high that we were
terrified that we’d die in our own skins.
Then the cops drove by and so we
closed our eyes as they passed on the left side.
And in our rearview mirrors they were
steering clear and we
laughed and we laughed and we laughed
and we were young.
Then we stole that bottle from your
parents room and we drank it like old men.
Then I caught my reflection in the
window pane and I thought that I’d
become a man.
Then I felt so strong that I
broke your vase and we
laughed and we laughed and we laughed
and we were young.

Then we got older
things started to change and you were growing up.
I stayed the same.
You laughed along but you were somewhere else.

Then we drove that car back down that
dirty road and we looked at the pop cans.
With their pin-poked holes and their
charred up skins, they were fossils of a better time.
So I picked one up, and kicked it down again,
and we laughed at the kids that we were when we were
young.

Fuck all the kids;
I jumped the fence back where I used to live,
it stayed the same.
I laughed along but I was somewhere else.

-Dedric

Voice Set On Fire (Diet Folk Lyrics)

I was on a road somewhere far from my home,
it was starting to dry.
The smell from the seat of my car brought me
back to the fall when my ego was tall.
And I wanted to run but then I’m no fun, no,
then I’m no fun.
And I started to hope but, you’re not the one
who wants to listen to me.

Oh my, dust on the table,
voice on a wire.

I can clearly remember, it was early December,
and a Christmas collection.
Snow was all on the railing, and staring at breath,
and salting the ground.
Forms were all on the desktop,
I was just speaking; I wasn’t talking.
And stern, businesslike faces, sipping their mugs
and twirling their pens.

Oh my, dust on the table,
voice on a wire.
Oh my, crack in the cup,
my voice set on fire.
Oh my, afternoon yearning,
I am a liar.

The fall.
The fall.
Oh, but, that was the fall;
that was yesterday.

-Dedric