Andrea Gibson - About the Weather lyrics
[Andrea Gibson - About the Weather lyrics]
What do I think about the weather?
Ah, that’s a good question well
I think it’s untrue that no
Two snowflakes are the same
I think the snowflakes are
Just holding their hands
In different positions, you know
High fives and peace signs and
Hitchhikers and fuck you’s every
Winter I try to catch as many fuck
You’s on my tongue as I can
It’s the feminist in me
I also think we make too many snowmen and
Too few snow women if I’d seen
More snow women growing up I might’ve learned
How to flood a city every time
Someone told me to disappear
I might’ve learned how
To load my smile into a sling
Shot whenever a dude said
Smiling was "something
I should do" You’re right man
Here you go pew
Where I come from it got so cold we
Made bonfires in the middle of the lake
There’d be
This huge fire and we’d be skating around the
Truth that all of us, like the ice
Would one day have
To hold that much the impossible even
My father said not to worry
He said heat rises but heat rises
The same way people do because it has to i
Think the heat would like to rest sometimes
Don’t you?
My mother used to knit my mittens too big so
They’d fit me when I grew i’d wear
Them and I’d look like what I wasn’t yet
I feel that sometimes when I’m writing poems
Like they don’t yet fit you
Ever feel the best of
You is something you’re still
Trying to grow into?
I don’t consider myself a cold person
But there’s that windchill factor
I think I got it from my
Grandma she’d sit in church and
She would curse like a witch you
Know witch hunts happen more
Commonly in cold weather because people look
For scapegoats to blame for hardship?
I know exactly who I’d burn
For my own failed crop
I used to fall too fast and love
A lot i used to make diamonds
Out of icicles and promise they would last
My father taught me how to
Make ice cream out of snow by
Adding milk and maple syrup, i’ve eaten more
Snow than anyone I know i say
That on a first date now
I say the storm is in me i say "promise me
You’ll leave me if your heating bill goes up"
When my grandma died I went home and I made a
Snow angel on her grave and
Then I made another
So she wouldn’t be alone i’ve
Heard loneliness resonates in
The same part of the brain as physical pain
One year before Christmas I visited
A men’s prison and when
I was leaving the snow started falling on the
Barbed wire fence and I looked
Back to see that
There were faces watching it
From the windows but, there were no windows
That was the same year 8
962 people in North Dakota laid down on their
Backs and made snow angels at the same
Time if I had been there
I know I would have proposed
To whoever was besides me, some angel with a
Smile all her own and the good
Sense to say "I don’t know, maybe"
When my father was a kid he’d walk
His sled to the top of
A city in a snow storm and
His friends would stand at each
Intersection below and my father would come
Flying down the middle of the
Road and his friends would stop traffic
And holler "Go! Go! Go!"
But enough about me
What do you think about the weather?
Do igloos blow your mind? You
Ever get your tongue stuck on something
Cold? You forgiven her yet?
Ah, that’s a good question well
I think it’s untrue that no
Two snowflakes are the same
I think the snowflakes are
Just holding their hands
In different positions, you know
High fives and peace signs and
Hitchhikers and fuck you’s every
Winter I try to catch as many fuck
You’s on my tongue as I can
It’s the feminist in me
I also think we make too many snowmen and
Too few snow women if I’d seen
More snow women growing up I might’ve learned
How to flood a city every time
Someone told me to disappear
I might’ve learned how
To load my smile into a sling
Shot whenever a dude said
Smiling was "something
I should do" You’re right man
Here you go pew
Where I come from it got so cold we
Made bonfires in the middle of the lake
There’d be
This huge fire and we’d be skating around the
Truth that all of us, like the ice
Would one day have
To hold that much the impossible even
My father said not to worry
He said heat rises but heat rises
The same way people do because it has to i
Think the heat would like to rest sometimes
Don’t you?
My mother used to knit my mittens too big so
They’d fit me when I grew i’d wear
Them and I’d look like what I wasn’t yet
I feel that sometimes when I’m writing poems
Like they don’t yet fit you
Ever feel the best of
You is something you’re still
Trying to grow into?
I don’t consider myself a cold person
But there’s that windchill factor
I think I got it from my
Grandma she’d sit in church and
She would curse like a witch you
Know witch hunts happen more
Commonly in cold weather because people look
For scapegoats to blame for hardship?
I know exactly who I’d burn
For my own failed crop
I used to fall too fast and love
A lot i used to make diamonds
Out of icicles and promise they would last
My father taught me how to
Make ice cream out of snow by
Adding milk and maple syrup, i’ve eaten more
Snow than anyone I know i say
That on a first date now
I say the storm is in me i say "promise me
You’ll leave me if your heating bill goes up"
When my grandma died I went home and I made a
Snow angel on her grave and
Then I made another
So she wouldn’t be alone i’ve
Heard loneliness resonates in
The same part of the brain as physical pain
One year before Christmas I visited
A men’s prison and when
I was leaving the snow started falling on the
Barbed wire fence and I looked
Back to see that
There were faces watching it
From the windows but, there were no windows
That was the same year 8
962 people in North Dakota laid down on their
Backs and made snow angels at the same
Time if I had been there
I know I would have proposed
To whoever was besides me, some angel with a
Smile all her own and the good
Sense to say "I don’t know, maybe"
When my father was a kid he’d walk
His sled to the top of
A city in a snow storm and
His friends would stand at each
Intersection below and my father would come
Flying down the middle of the
Road and his friends would stop traffic
And holler "Go! Go! Go!"
But enough about me
What do you think about the weather?
Do igloos blow your mind? You
Ever get your tongue stuck on something
Cold? You forgiven her yet?