We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Ecstasy of St. Teresa

from Black Mission Figs by Matt Oleksa

/

lyrics

Teresa, I know it’s late
And Jack Frost leans against the gate
To the coast you call a Van Gogh
In a note on your hotel window
But a postcard fails to name
The rhythm within the frame
Those are hands clawin’ inside the clock
Milk-cans barkin’ around your block

Come down, Teresa, follow it down
There’s a hole in the wall at the edge of town
And if you lean on in and listen awhile
You might fade in the song of the wild

In the Cornaro you said you’d play the part
Of Bernini—he knew in his heart
The fruit of thy Teresa just ain’t ripe
Until it tumbles down the drainpipe
Well, if you believe that’s true
And the carvings in your crutch would suggest you do
You’d pull your boots over a bloodhound's past
You’d crawl out from under your badge meltin’ fast

Come down, Teresa, follow it down
There’s a hole in the wall at the edge of town
And if you lean on in and listen awhile
You might fade in the song of the wild

Custom dictates the bucket fill
But the bucket caught a stray bullet from the mill
The curator rambles as it leaks
On Ostia, Byzantium, and Mozambique’s
Museum stubs that just don’t do
The cracked bell tolls for you
The clang and clatter of brittle baroque
Howlin’ through your bones down to your coat

Come down, Teresa, follow it down
There’s a hole in the wall at the edge of town
And if you lean on in and listen awhile
You might fade in the song of the wild

credits

from Black Mission Figs, released June 16, 2015
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitar, harmonica

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Matt Oleksa Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

contact / help

Contact Matt Oleksa

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Matt Oleksa, you may also like: