"Each Year" by Ra Ra Riot

I'm captivated from New York's recent worthwhile contribution to alternative music. Here's some poetry I can't shake . . .

"Each Year" by Ra Ra Riot

C’mon, force it down
I’m a‘magining
C’mon, force it down
I’m a‘magining
Imaging a place where homes are built on frames
And where they plant new bulbs along our graves—

Each year
With the fall each year
With the fall each year

And if you think you might—
Yes, but if it’s not so bright—
But if you’re a part of my whole life . . .

Silhouettes in a window frame
Better run if he’s a boozed-up man
He won’t know if you’re white,
Oh . . . in the night

Coverin' a fault with
trials and court displays
Coverin' a fault with
trials and court displays
If it is worth the time to find the Holy Coup
about recalling all the ways and the reasons I fall—

Each year
With the fall each year
With the fall each year

And if you think you might—
Yes, but if it’s not so bright—
But if you’re a part of my whole life . . .

Silhouettes in a window frame
Better run if he’s a boozed-up man
He won’t know if you’re white,
Oh . . . in the night

Paper lamps in the parking light
You can’t see when it’s much too dark—
All that mist in your eyes
Oh . . . in the night

And maybe is it in enough time
Or fifty more is more enough—oh
To right the wrongs—what you’re hiding in your backyard
Is standing in there since apathy
And accusations that another man—oh
‘Cuz you don’t have a plan
To put your life into a Christian’s hands
Never mind what your daughter is taught in school
What she remembers is what she has learned from you

[Silhouettes in a window frame]
Better run if he’s a boozed-up man
He won’t know if you’re white,
Oh . . . in the night

Paper lamps in the parking light
You can’t see when it’s much too dark—
All that mist in your eyes
Oh . . . in the night