This contusion-colored evening
maybe you paint the silhouette
of the gaunt tree line singed in '97
when wildfires threatened my development
and the swallowed towns the Klan had founded
the shaded sand dens were party caverns
for them who'd come hallucinate while we slept
scaring our rabbits to death in their hutches
can't remember how I used to live
but they've all cased their jumps
fatally I willed it to be
in the hours of blankness preceding sleep
oh the years we waste faking remorse
every decision I have ever made
bred the branching future's mute howlers
with burst-vessel red eyes
roaring inaudibly
on the freezing morning walk to the dim corner grocery
what hangs over big empty country
reborn in negatives of photos of dusk
regret so huge it's on a phantom axis
receding beaches hissing hearing damage
and the miles-long column of cold moonlight cast across
still seas when my nose begins to bleed
some submitted to having their lights put out
by basement thrill killers
in the neighborhood I heard being murdered is no experience
ten or eleven wounds
in it's not about Satan or anything you just die
it's weird


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    General CommentFavourite track from my favourite album that I haven't heard.
    leahperon June 02, 2010   Link
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    Lyric Correctionthis contusion-colored evening
    maybe you paint the silhouette
    of the gaunt tree line singed in '97
    when wildfires threatened my development
    and the swallowed towns the Klan had founded

    the shaded sand dens were Party Caverns
    for them who'd come hallucinate while we slept
    scaring our rabbits to death in their hutches
    I can't remember how I used to live

    but they've all cased their jumps
    fatally I willed it to be
    in the hours of blankness preceding sleep
    oh the years we waste faking remorse

    every decision I have ever made
    bred the branching future's mute howlers
    with burst-vessel red eyes roaring inaudibly
    on the freezing morning walk to the corner grocery

    what hangs over big empty country
    reborn in negatives of photos of dusk
    regret so huge it's on a phantom axis
    receding beaches hissing hearing damage
    the miles-long column on cold moonlight cast across still seas
    when my nose begins to bleed

    some submitted to having their lights put out
    by the basement thrill killer of the neighborhood
    I heard being murdered is no experience
    ten or eleven wounds in
    "It's not about Satan or anything. You just die-- It's weird."
    leahperon June 28, 2011   Link

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