Soft by Washed Out
I haunted a basketmaker’s shop.
Spending my days tearing pictures out from magazines,
& hanging them on the walls of my prison.
I remember walking by the sand.
Each knob representing a different frequency range.
And I remember holding the hand of the skeleton prince.
He swept me into his arms and he…
He had a tremolo deep in the back of his black eye sockets.
And he said “Do you want to come away with me to the pitch-black pool?”
& I said “I don’t know.”
The wind ripped through the trees & all the stained-glass windows rattled.
And on the beach in the summer, there were thunderstorms constantly.
And they were unpredictable.
Nobody knew when they’d come or how long they’d last.
Sometimes they lasted only 5 minutes…
I haunted a basketmaker’s shop because I had nowhere to go.
One long weekend.
The tremolo in the black dark.
I remember acousitc guitars & bells.
I remember cassette cathedral.
Space Walk by Lemon Jelly