Track 3 of the album Flooded Lot · 2016
Blanket Fort Static
“A heater, some records, rain on the glass. I wanted the fuzz to feel like a blanket pulled over your head.”
grunge · dream grunge · lo-fi · 4:50
Lyrics
Rain on the window, a heater's glow Old records spinning in a crooked row Bedsheets draped over the kitchen chairs A flashlight, a pillow, and nobody cares Mug of something sweet in my hands Wool socks, the world on pause The phone is face down on the floor And the noise is far away Pull the corners, pull them tight Shut the dark out for the night Blanket fort static, humming low Everything's soft and nowhere to go Fuzz in the speakers, fuzz in my head Stay here a while, stay here instead Blanket fort static, warm and slow Let the loud things come and go The cat has claimed the biggest cushion The thunder grumbles like an old friend Cold wind knocks, but it can't come in We built these walls of cloth and thread I hum along to the amplifier hiss There's a whole sweet world in this Everything I carried all day long Is a song I can put down Pull the corners, pull them tight Shut the dark out for the night Blanket fort static, humming low Everything's soft and nowhere to go Fuzz in the speakers, fuzz in my head Stay here a while, stay here instead Blanket fort static, warm and slow Let the loud things come and go Breathe in, breathe out Nothing to prove, nothing to shout Just the rain and the low guitar And the lantern light, however far Blanket fort static, humming low Everything's soft and nowhere to go Fuzz in the speakers, fuzz in my head Stay here a while, stay here instead Blanket fort static, warm and slow Let the loud things come and go