Matt Frazier

Heavy Feet
  • Heavy Feet
  • Local Natives
  • Hummingbird
Play
Powder in your hair
Staples in your jeans
Fireworks at the water
You were holy
A styrofoam cup
Held between your teeth
You’re telling me how you’re going to outlive your body

What you said I wrote it down,
It won’t say, it won’t speak the same
Maybe I know better than
To read more than what’s written

After everything, after everything.
Left in the sun, shivering.
After everything.

Gathering your storm
I talk to fill the space
Do you know where so and so was
When they were our age?
Then every night you seem,
To talk me out of everything

Careful what you say next,
Don’t waste a single drop
What you said I wrote it down,
It won’t say, it won’t speak the same

After everything, after everything.
Left in the sun, shivering.
After everything.

What you said I wrote it down,
It won’t say, it won’t speak the same
Maybe I know better than
To read more than what’s there

After everything, after everything.
Left in the sun, shivering.
After everything.



10

Local Natives at The Pageant, 4.24.14

Los Angeles’ Local Natives are a fascinating group. Their indie rock can be just as pretty as Fleet Foxes, or as swaggering as Foals—they aren’t limited by one sound, rather, they revel in the opportunities afforded to them. And they happen to be electric on-stage, which never hurts.

Shot for Eleven Magazine