You were under for three days this past week.
It was quiet enough in that way.
You came strolling back with layers of black and tan
and I had to remember your face.
It was not the first time that I knew this --
there was a glimmer in your eye.
It shone brightly despite what I thought to perceive
there inside my own -- my mind.
I know how you're feeling.
Translucent cloth, flowing the wind.
I know how it is because I have been between.
Neither one had thought anything of it.
There are oceans apart from the lake.
I'd bust my hand climbing over that fence
to remind me where I am today.
I would hardly call that one a rainstorm.
The birds have enough to say now.
I imagine you out there with your friends, alone, passing the time through the night.
I know how you're feeling.
Translucent cloth, flowing in the wind.
I know how it is because I have been between.
Way out of line -- any way, I can find
the way I want to be
air you know -- fresh on your teeth.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020