Acid strips of highway on a negative Vermont
I could hardly hold my head up I was some italic font
The fear of meeting family there headlight uncles and foghorn aunts
When a salty magistrate of air
Comes ticking down
You try to frown
But in the air
You just don't care
Your judgement just amuses you
Vermilion the horse wagon descends beneath the lines of cars
The carpal tunnel rides the night Analogy dies in red bars
My text devoured by famished hands
Follow me into the sea
As I would be if I didn't see
Blurry eyed myself recede before me
Into the oceans jewelled swords and shields
So down the road of ants and sand my days an empty ampersand
An underpass of rotten data and thickets of some sub-strata
Of memory and meants-to-be the crime of life before you see
Is clothed in rags of some intrigue
And I could play in some rag band
But in the air I just don't care
My judgement just amuses me
The latest from Earth Girl Helen Brown swings from spritely synthpop to smoky interstellar groovers to far-out lounge. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2018