Florimell’s Parallel

the rain fell up in ropy lines
     the day he finally left
the sun then froze a crystal blue
     the day he finally left
the insects sang a punk rock tune
     the day he finally left
the oak trees grew metallic spines
     the day he finally left
the day he finally left
     itchy lips kissed sticky pines
the day he finally left
     painted face a purple raccoon
the day he finally left
     tongue slurped sweet, dandelion stew
the day he finally left
     rainropes twisted and entwined

Florimell’s Parallel

Listen of the Week: Pinkshinyultrablast

Grandfeathered, by Pinkshinyultrablast

You ever hear a dream pop song with a galloping rhythm? “Glow Vastly” has that. Pinkshinyultrablast smash the paradigms of the genre into a million pieces and reassemble them with a cubist grace and pop melody that belies the amount of work I can only imagine goes into the construction of these pieces of music. They prove it’s possible to craft an album of ear worms with few traditional hooks. Fractal guitar-runs dovetail into fuzz explosions, instruments weave in and out of the mix, and memorable parts are anchored in non-repeating chains.

http://www.tinymixtapes.com/music-review/pinkshinyultrablast-grandfeathered

Listen of the Week: Pinkshinyultrablast

Friday Lyrics Mash: God Bless American Thieves

which side of the grass is greener?
thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
which side are they? which side are they?
as we raise our voices in a solemn prayer
which side are they? which side are they?
let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free
which side are they? which side are they?

no trust
who started it? who started it?
topical injection
we still believe in lies
breathe, forfeit erection!
hypocrites and bastards [in laughter]
stand behind her and guide her
hey thanks for nothing!

let us all be grateful for a land so fair
you’re like a great big hit of acid
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know

morals in the dust
which side are they? which side are they?
through the night with a light from above
two-faced bastards and sycophants
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know
my side, your side, their side, no one knows
to the oceans white with foam
my side, your side, their side, we don’t know

which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
while the storm clouds gather far across the sea
just waiting to get squeezed!
from the mountains, to the prairies
which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
geriatric fuck-fest
god bless america
thieves! liar!

which side of the grass is greener?
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
inside, outside, which side, you don’t know
waiting to be taken!
god bless america, land that I love
thieves! liar!
you’re like a great big fucking gun
my home sweet home

Friday Lyrics Mash: God Bless American Thieves

As Falls

I woke to a dream dissolving:
You, buried under the Flint Hills,
at the bottom of a grassy green sea,
where once a blue sea,
leviathans,
now you, with a pen in hand.
And underneath the Flint Hills,
you wrote your own epitaph.
On a dinosaur bone,
you wrote, “Here lies one
with words and time,”
and you cinched it
to a grey balloon
then you sent it up with a kiss
to announce your final resting place
after another million years of erosion.
I dreamed the Flint Hills
as a named subdivision
in a shining, Wichita suburb,
every cozy house a tombstone
over a hundred long-buried yous.

As Falls