downy hair (halloween movie theater show)

I dream of being a poet

I mean, I really, really do

And I dream of my words finally reaching you

I dream of living in a box car,

Maybe a life long gone-

Then maybe so is the son that your heart's set on

Coz home's in my heart

And my heart's in my head

And you'd rather I slept in my baby room bed

But oh, how I'm leaving

Finally along

I just hope that they waited for me to come along

Downy hair,

It turns into stubble,

A child changes their name.

What of that baby still remains?

The hope to run down the street

Without holding your hand,

That stays the same through each change of plans

I think I could be a prosecutor,

Try and do some good,

Play God and with fairness, shape the neighborhood.

Live a simple, simple life

Visit the village in the summertime

Dedicate all remaining time to pretending to be alive.

Downy hair,

Turns into stubble,

Child changes their name.

What of that baby still remains?

The hope to run down the street

Without holding your hand,

That stays the same through each change of plans

I dream of your children

Like critters dancing free

And we dream of you with us when you finally see.

Dec. 2, 2025

I love you, Sean~

^^ I think it's very funny that my cousin has never heard this story that I tell at my shows, nor is he likely to hear it any time soon. That said, it captures a really important influence he's had on my life thus far.

How much does it mean to have your family look at you and say that the blood we share is most important- more than any other factor?

Y'know, I don't really know much of how my life will shape up. Maybe one day, you will find me, an 86 year old, aged-like-fine-cheddar, elder queer listening for the cowbells in my village, seeing my grandchildren when they visit me in the summer. And of course, I will complain that they don't visit me often enough, as at this age, I'll likely be too old to make the trip back to the States in the winter. But still, I suppoooose that all in all, that wouldn't be too bad of a life. Nor is it outside the realm of possibility.

But then again, maybe those won't be the cards slated for me.

Maybe a big family will stay central in my life, or maybe at some point, I'll be rejected from it on account of things that I cannot control. I mean, so far so good, my family's been solid, but honest to God, who's to say?

The only thing that I know, and the thing that I sing like a prayer when it comes to this song is that regardless, I must live honestly. And I often have a hard time with that. I have a hard time taking the risks that really count, that's for sure. I am a very cautious person. I've become very intentional with my words, my actions, all of it. But then sometimes I need to fight that proclivity for caution.

Because sometimes when I allow myself to go outside what's comfortable, I find just the most wonderful things.

I know that I've typically been uploading on Sundays, but finals having been kicking my butt. Coming out with part 2 of the EP recording series next week, so stay tuned~

Love ya, and see you soon x,

Margot

This video was recorded at Greenwood Features in Bethel on October 24th, 2025 for the Halloween bill that Emily and I organized. Also playing that night were Blood's a Rover and Pocket Vinyl.