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lyrics

I question not
In your vein

It's rolling smoothly

And as in a question of defence
An evening of fun in the Metropolis of your dreams

Your feelings all in a line
Choose words right every time

And eyes symbol as you: breaking fog
Stare through you
Past dumb, a potentially damaging interlude.
With a violence.
And a bliss.

I salute // Like a solitary
Soulless kiss
Left me resolute // Typical of your natal bliss
It's not where or when, loathe to admit.
Simplify it

Oh Loralei, what a fabulous design.
Polyethylene drift, bizarrely focused.

Amid // Stained in low
New found conscious wit, you thought you focused it
Hope it came too soon, before it was in the room
No realise, no separate thighs to bleed I walked

And I treasured // Trace the vein
In new blue weeks, we cherish our steam
Assess where resuscitation begins

Who will off on will? // Unfold the leg walk on the ground

No shadow to command ourselves,
Inside this room // How pleasure regress
Separate entirely // On new boundaries

Service it, tape strip // Candle well was all you got
Low clip all the weapon drip // Candle well was all you got

Retrace the cables
Re-step the bound // As you stand still I trace you
Reenact it // Invalidate every aspect that made you
With no one around
And as it rips // Thread through
A chord persists
Separate entirely in this room // I'll never see you again

I wen't and spent it on my way back into that local bliss

As you wish, shook your hand and wait for it
Try to be a professional, of disrepute

You spend your nights, dreaming of a fellow light
Descending with those, your friends all kiss in a line
How depressing to find // No traffic in
When you loathe in // I spend it looking thin

Leaning in an advert in traversal
Allow my wealth to discern it // You questioned everything
Energy flows through my current
I never knew you were capable of such unimaginable words,
that stretch alone through infinite and onwards.

I'll rip it up, I'll ingest
Slot by slot // Such unimaginable
Words // Draught by draught
And each individual test could re-mask and at last:
Those keys all perfectly in a line
Those streetlights beaming down
Like so close to an amber preservation of intent

Desperate on horseback // An evening of fun
The promenade was black // In the Metropolis
Soot raining down // Of your dreams

You often said,
That in order to return to your primordial bed:
You may need.

I never could've guessed you were capable of,
She was caving in // Such imaginative cruelty
So delicate // I never thought you were capable of
Resting side by side // Such unimaginable cruelty
The test of water // I never knew you were capable of
Balls of paper gliding through the air // Such imaginative poetry
Drenched delicately // I thought it was all self pitying lust
Between that which won't be welcome back // I questioned our trust
After what I heard // Those new in accessories
And watching you felt absurd // That call me retribute
Saccharine cynicisms,
cycling through every word // I wasn't trustworthy enough
And what you said to her // As we path between the bluffs
Should not have been heard // Wind cutting through,
That limestone tough

I fold it out
An avalanche of sand cresting down,
You rip it up,
The position where you would like to be found.
I fold it out // Oh Loralei,
I once told you // You rip it up again
That I loved you in my own way // I crush it between fingertips
How could I put my faith in you // And loose lips, swallowed whole
Questions though // As I poisoned my own
Unsubstantiated claims // Self interest too
Loose occupying game // Among them between them trees
Bombshells decimate // Temperate rainforest, humid

Twenty five degrees // In spirit only

credits

from Hymns & Heavy Blankets of Gaseous Sky, released September 1, 2022
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#4. Polyethylene Drift
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Vox/Production—Sean B Goldring
Guitar—Jack Higham

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Born and raised in San Francisco California, releasing music under his own name and as Local Bliss.

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