Mother lost her mind on a saturday. She was out of trees to climb. She was out of things to say. And she'd been holding everybody down too long anyway. So she waved goodbye and smiled. rotted to where she was standing all day. The rest of the family tried to move her from that spot. Everything was in play. Little was to be got. She would look you in the eye. She would smile all day. She would never speak a word. She would never move away from where she stood becoming wood. We would spend our days taking care of her. Moving from place to place to escape. She would follow with her eyes. She would never change her smile. Catatonically complete, until she started sprouting leaves. And we would speak of this to nobody who would understand? Father got remarried to an understanding gland, and mom got big. Mom got grand. We brought her food. we held her hands. They were brambly and knotted now understand. She was nearer to becoming a virgin stand. And how we cried. Mother lost her mind on a saturday. She was out of trees to climb. She was out of things to say. And she'd been holding everybody down too long anyway. She waved goodbye and smiled. And how we cried.
credits
from cupcake ep,
released January 1, 2010
Guitar, drum programming, claps, scissors, bottle of xanax, bass- Aaron Lazar
Reissue of the snarling, nasty 2013 album by Housewives is full of feral post-punk, the kind with sharp edges and sneering vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 23, 2017