A collaboration with Please Press Reset.
The hues and tones of the world seem
Immobile. Fixed in place.
Well I guess It's the heat
and the rush of a brand new day.
But the newness stales
Fades to melancholy monotony
and the greenness sticks in the eye.
I'm a thorn to the morning and I just can't wait
for the summer to come crashing down
In a blaze of fire and Autumn, and I'll come alive.
In the heat of the moment, all eyes on me,
Breaking free from summer retribution
broke in it's entombment
It's in the ocean, in the waves,
that suffocating feeling, burning in your lungs
saltwater that blisters and scars the skin. The reckless
swing of the punk bands and bikini-bend-hearts.
And plasticated beach kids outside complacency clubs.
Down the rabbit hole, with
nine hour songbots pumping ex
where once integrity was.
Tear it up,
Tone it down,
Because the music I play clashes in perfect harmony
Spartan in the smells
The lights and the sounds feel muffled
and dull in The swell.
Well the one way streets end defeated like
a bird in a cage. Tear it down, tone it back
drop the curtain, strike the set
All the Fall-heads make to the stage.
We could Watch the cherry ashes raining from the trees
Throw the recorded disco trash to the embers
and set fire to the world.
So it can rise like a phoenix
Pure and reborn, all our personal gods.
And our Halloween demons
Picking up the pieces of August like candy from our irises
Death is wrapped in strawberry cellophane
The dusk smells of shrink-wrapped winter
Cooling down all you hot-heads
So that I can catch some sleep tonight.
I’m nursing this summer like a hangover.
Dissected. Disremember.
And paint the walls over in deep November
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