The Fool Who Waits, The Sweet Embrace

from Music in the Muck by The Busy Nothing

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A Minor // Scored For
Acoustic Guitar, Glockenspiel

In the garden’s eyes there’s life,
But the weeds you hand me are still.
In a small white pot it died,
Because the water stayed put in your eyes.

And the black night stalls the sun
But the moon is selfish and burns

Months branded as we are.
But you’re still crying in the hotel bar.

I guess I’m supposed to wait
But I feel so out of place
I guess that I’m stuck waiting
Here for more.

The red rock brick is strong
Appalachian moon and sun.

When Pearland floods again,
Empty weddings in my head.

Don’t flee to Carolina without me,
Scream alone in the blackness of grief.

Such a feast that love can be,
Turn the season end in tears.

I guess I’m supposed to wait
But I feel like such a waste.
I guess that I’m stuck waiting here for more.


Though the gifts hid in my shoes are small,
Colored paper like leaves in the fall.

Reading aloud on the floor,
Pitching camp right here indoors.

Safe at home at last,
Carriage Hills and fallen past.

Such a curious thing love can be,
Always here but never seen.

I guess I don’t need to wait
I’ve felt your sweet embrace
I guess there’s no need for waiting, after all.

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from Music in the Muck, released May 1, 2020

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The Busy Nothing Mansfield, Ohio

The Busy Nothing is an indie-folk project based in Ohio. Original collaborators include Sean Byrne, Bennett Coltman, and Christian Watson. Watson, a singer-songwriter currently living in Mansfield, Ohio, continues to write and compose under the pseudonym as a solo musician. The band's name is a reference to a 1949 folk tune by Bing Crosby. ... more

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