And your bone is blown and broken in your coat.
And your breath is frozen, flown inside your throat.
And your blood is leaking down upon the road,
And you cup your hand to eyes to stop the glow.
And your nose remembers folk who spoke like this,
The borders whose beleaguered lips you kissed.
The bastard answers blathered like a script,
The bastard fathers bartering their kids.
And your fingers know the roads that feel like this,
The darkened lots, the stench of ambergris.
The pooling blood, the cooling blood
The mud that coaxed the daisies to appear.
To break open your guard
To take hold of your scars
To break open your guard
To take hold of your heart.
And did you feel yourself grow?
And did you kneel by the road?
And did you feel yourself hope?
Or did you kneel by the road?
And I go, I go, I go, I go, I go.
And you know you know you know you know you know.
And I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck.
And you grasp, you glasp, you rasp, you stroke your throat.
And tell me I'm foregone, tell me I'm foregone.
And tell me I loved,
And tell me I fell.
And tell me I loved to love the love that loved to fall.
A fall that wouldn't break your throat at all.
Genre-defying electronic music that at times operates at the slow stutter-step of dubstep and others with the drift of ambient. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2022