I caught your ghost, packing dead stars
into glass jars, on a whim.
I stole a cloud, drove up to Neptune,
wrote a death tune, & named it “You.”
I wear your clothes, drink your perfume,
grab your full moon, and take her flying.
Sometimes we fight, sometimes role play,
You be the heart break, I’ll be its blood.
And in the dream, I catch & set you down
in a field, of warm light.
And I suppose, the stars that all wore crowns
impaled the night that took you.
I live to sleep, love to crash out
with my heart out, set on dream.
In that state, I never watch you
leave that cold ledge, without a sound.
In the dream, I catch & set you down
in a field of warm light.
And I suppose, the stars that all came down
refused to leave without you.
credits
from Dime Sized Deaths,
released August 9, 2011
Tracked by Damon Archuletta and Lukus Carr
Mixed by Damon Archuletta.
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016