Wild River Songtext
von Anika Pyle

(Failure I)
Fear is the corners of yourself
Where you′ve brushed the tiny failures or abuses
Or "cannots" or "should nots" or "never coulds"
And let them collect dust until it's time to clean house
Or rearrange the furniture or move the fuck out
You find them, the fears
When you′re adjusting the couches and the bookshelves You cringe a bit as you look at them
Your instinct is to cover them up again
Or leave them in the one house and move to another
But fear is karmic, and until you pick that shit up
And repurpose it or give thanks to it
It will haunt you from place to place
Preventing you from ever fully realizing your potential
For the rest of your one tiny, precious life


I wanted to be the kind of lady
Twirls the room 'round her finger
Fun-loving, fun-loving, fun-loving
But I like to clean the kitchen at parties
I like to stay in on the weekends
I thought I'd be something special
But chasing my dreams always made me
A little too anxious, and I never flirted with danger
In fact, I have an arranged marriage
With the meticulous routine of rising every day
Before 5 o′clock in the morning
And I wanted to be a wild river
But I′m a still country creek