Still water in the deepest barrel
Hold secrets and whispers of childhood dreams
Their stillness contains what seems to remain
As a puzzle of laughter and schemes
An underground channel spreads wide
The water absorbs in whoever comes near
They reach so far, but then they collide
In a whirlpool of envy and fear
Still water is thicker than blood
I open my gills to breathe through the flood
A passive fish in a sea of guilt
My throne of glass in this tale you’ve built
My kingdom flourishing rotten trees
The barrel has frozen. The vortex is seized
Still water is thicker than blood
I open my gills to breathe through the flood
I rise. I float
I reach for the sun
The light reveals what we have done
The barrel whispers, you cover your ears
And dive deeper and deeper
Still Water is thicker than blood
I open my gills to breathe through the flood.
Tamar Berk pairs trenchant autobiographical lyrics with brittle guitars for songs that will win over fans of early Liz Phair. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2022