195. Concrete Diminutive

195. Concrete Diminutive from lara's hype eng vol. M. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/195 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/287 Lyrics: [Verse 1] Suddenly my life is full of Andrews One more Andrew, then another one But I can't make the soft version land The tender form is set in concrete, done Cemented in behind three faces Mom's first love, the neighbor's kid, the dead Every Andrew that I meet now Can't fit inside that childhood word instead [Chorus] Statistics, you heartless thing You gave me all the wrong names Where are my Hamlets, where's my Ratibor I want to be tender but I hit the frame I open my mouth and stand there The language got there first, it staked its claim Want to be tender — but there's concrete Want to be tender — but there's concrete [Verse 2] I reach for something soft, a small endearment Three ghosts are sitting in that syllable New Andrew waits outside the threshold The nickname's not available, it's full This isn't coldness, isn't damage It's just that memory moves faster than I do The language keeps its dead on file The living wait beside the window [Chorus] Statistics, you heartless thing You gave me all the wrong names Where are my Hamlets, where's my Ratibor I want to be tender but I hit the frame I open my mouth and stand there The language got there first, it staked its claim Want to be tender — but there's concrete Want to be tender — but there's concrete [Bridge] I demand a linguistic challenge Give me a name that nobody's used up yet Give me a sound without a shadow Give me the tender without the debt [Outro] Where are my Hamlets Where's my Ratibor Want to be tender But there's concrete