Reconstruct, the butterfly wings, resurrect, fluttering in the spring, sun-baked and undiscovered, with moths, gum wrappers under shutters, above my bed.
Pluck the pears before winter, suspect the autumn will fade like a whimper, bound by skin and bone like that of lovers or an unread book kicked by feet under the covers.
Upside down we cried, in the woodshed, amongst the pesticides and sheet metal.
Should I return to the snow and hollow, in the middle of August, the Big Swallow, dust gently sticks to my heels and knees, the brittle nostalgia of freshly melted cheese, clinging to the pan, carried away by the stream's persistence.
Clear comfort, of lucidity, to grip the intangible in eternity, stand amongst the remains with theologians and thieves, in Memphis, stocking shelves but still breathless.
The clatter sounds tremendous on the windshield on the hail and rain, on the side of the road, a mudslide in Spain, a riptide in Malibu, my plane delayed, and the fields of sugar cane, will corrode alongside rusting trains.
A dude who makes tunes and writes things sometimes, follow me on the grum for song posts and letterboxd for movie thoughts. Also comprises one half of Ishroyale.
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 20, 2024
Jody Stephens of Big Star and Luther Russell of the Freewheelers team for a radiant LP packed full of slide guitar and pop smarts. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 11, 2019