Huron (Blackcurrants)

from by Tabulaaa



Sidewalk tea, New York sea
The way the shadows bend and curl around me
Well it's not so much the shadows as their legacies

Warm white bloom, halo blues
Outline the motorway beside me
I can't see if anyone's behind me

So rushed in your skin and began again
That frightful reeling, that lonely feeling
That hit the ceiling, that cold and steely

Aging like Billy Jack and not like Billie Jean
And your lovers don't act like in your dreams

Sixteen herons on a golden plate
Iambic pentameter so pretty but you can't relate
How it seems, in my dreams
You can't see, and you scream
I'm mad

So I give another go with the knife and tape
Though I'm far too gone to appreciate
Pyrrhic yet
But if four is death
Then five is surely escape

Spun the zodiac wheel to play roulette
Drew lines on maps based on a sextant
Stinging cranberries on your breath
You're a lion now and a fish in death

As the first hot snowflakes drift in haphazard lines
The wind blowing east from the mountainside
The pyroclastic flow steals the glow from the city tonight

And the cars no longer radiate their warmth
Like the predators near the ocean floor
There's something different about today, but I can't tell why


from UNLOVABLE, released June 21, 2014



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