And spent 2003 missing virginity
crying in Austin's arms to Kevin's alarm
interlocking healing limbs
new pseudonyms
sleepwalking and sicknessing
self-witnessing
to be held just like a kitchen knife, Kier
to unveil and split new seams
things are hatching and opening up
newborn muscles, crisp like leaves
black hole believes, comes back to me
my closest friends: the living dead
drumlessly march over me
lawlessly going home.
We also have lots of new songs coming down the pipeline.
Here's a line from what I think of as our "Everybody Hurts":
Sing under blankets, nestled in the filament, halle.
Here's one from a song about the utter lusciousness of fall:
The gift outside is forming angles and makes self known in shaking trees.
On resurrection, via surf:
Imagining the bodies, rotted and rising.
Some others:
Froze cassettes, cold effects.
You were born in country lanes. I was born to learn your name.
There's something wrong with you. Your skull's see-through.
You do not walk around, because these are walls that you respect.
We're going to start recording a new album or EP or something early next year. Some of these will be on there. Maybe all.
