we were two then we were one
left to wilt underneath the sun
you flirted with death in a bar
and were drunk enough to get in her car
upholstery sticky and red
and the seats could fold out to a bed
to lay until the trumpet blares
and have insects pull out your hair
i haven't seen the sky in weeks
and i have lost the will to speak
sitting still, not making sound
replaying events round and around
Deep, mind-bending psych. I don't know how it was put together, but it feels very organic, like early Nurse With Wound. I could see Gordon, Dilloway, and Nace sitting among a pile of junk and miles of tape, splicing together this album piece by piece. Levrikon