As you whisper out your rationed breath
does it shake as you work to attest
to what you had when days were waxing?
No friendly blood in your hands
It seems they're over when they begin
each day that's ripping into our skin
Another notch on a belt
it doesn't matter what we did or where it was or how we felt.
I felt life fill my backyard
Kissed every bough and then stole away
to let them float down gently...
I watch them
Slow decay
Never to reanimate
I see them swept away
Out of sight and out of days.
And as more people seem to walk away
their replacements can see everything
Old souls for these next years to make anew
Remember staining teeth on soda fountains of youth?
You (In December floodlight)
Knew (Drinking overpriced wine)
I would remember
when hurricanes meant flying kites
accidents and overbites.
You know I love this place when it rains
I was waist out, flattened by the door and the frame
Two decades to hear blood cut off at your brain
and I am ashamed
Please
Say something.
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2019