Lyrics
The iron roses on your gate on Gaston Street are bleedin' rust,
I told you pack a single trunk, Corinne, a little leap of trust.
Tomorrow's tide, we're gone, I swear the map is neat, the course is true,
We'll leave the humid August haze for someplace hard and clean and new.
This city's built on bone and debt, a pretty plinth for hollow men,
I parked a phantom yesterday, and saw my future's ghost again.
We're tacking toward a better sun, I bought the tickets back in May,
I got the weather gauge on them, there isn't any other way.
[Chorus]
(DJ scratching on a vocal sample)
"The-the-the wind is with us now... for now..."
"For now... for now... the wind is with us now..."
[Verse 2]
The steam-whistle from the harbor sounds a low C minor through the heat,
Your pearls are in the cedar box next to the folded linen sheet.
"The manifest is closed," they told me on the phone, last Tuesday night,
But I convinced them, smoothed it out, been trying to navigate by light.
My own reflection in the window's lookin' strangely becalmed,
A stillness in the dead-calm air before the breakin' of the psalm.
You asked me if my hands were steady, 'course they are, just feel the sleeve,
This ain't a gamble, it's a lock, it's something that we both believe.
[Chorus]
(DJ scratching on a vocal sample)
"The-the-the wind is with us now... for now..."
"For now... for now... the wind is with us now..."
[Bridge]
(Beat switches from boom-bap to cold, minimalist trap)
Corinne, the truth is I been sailing by the memory of stars,
The engine's quiet, and this coat is hiding old and gilded scars.
This whole damn thing is just a tack against a wind I can't command,
A pretty blueprint of a house that's built on sinking, shifting sand.
[Outro]
I saw the pressure gauge myself, down at the dockyard yesterday.
What's a gilded hull if the boiler's built to rust and break away?
About Gilded Algae
Kai Alston, known as Gilded Algae, was supposed to be a classical cellist. After a spectacular flameout at the Savannah College of Art and Design left him with crippling debt and a deep-seated imposter syndrome, he started making trap music in his small apartment, sampling the very instrument that represented his failure. His songs are the sound of his hometown, Savannah: gothic, humid, and…
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