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lyrics
You’re on the cusp of something great/Changing hands over chump change
You’re about to/Get your first slice of the cake
On the 27th floor/Someone’s kicked in the front door
He’s inhaling/Gold paint flakes off the floor
In the spirit of St.Louis/We played “Reason” by Anacrusis
I’m terrified/We flew all night still we blew it
A wishing well is wishful thinking/The penny dropped but it didn’t sink in
Empty tumblers get re-filled/Empty rooms they feel like shrinking
I’d replace every dream, every thought in my head with the image of you wading through a sea of fallen cherry blossoms in the graveyard of Spring, the much discussed hope that Summer brings.
But the Summer ends and youth fades, feelings change and lovers hate, skies turn grey in a hopeless malaise; It’s a shame.
You can take it all in; file it in the deepest recesses of your heart where the incessant knowing change and the clawing hands of time have no sway. Let it remain, let it embody everything that gives you light on your way. Let it remain unchanged, the same; a collection of half-blurry photographs, half-remembered memories, unmemorable events, unremarkable occurrences but of grave importance.
Carry nothing with you; discard the past like bad luck 'til your present captures you as a blurry photograph sitting on unremarkable grass, listening to unmemorable jazz like a fucking caricature – a motherfucker; ignorant to the idea of passion, of feeling, of himself. A lifelong adolescence of a million terrifying thoughts a second, of pure exhilaration and lust forgotten, ignored, denied.
The Summer ends and Autumn wheezes into Winter with the promise of more endings still. More bitter pills. Still, it’s lies in the face of the stillness of your gaze, your unflinching, unblinking faith, your belief in change and you’re not scared. Being afraid is to be dead a pitiful pastel colour in a tapestry, a rowboat in the harbour, a cherry blossom cast to the ground in the Autumn, the last one left but having lived much less.
Your face a thousand times over, image after image, every detail more beautiful every single day, brought to light by the jealous daybreak. My head is empty but for these pictures of you, until the end of this wretched June when you return. But they won’t be forgotten, my cherry blossom.
In a world crammed with tedious, overly-precious guitar music here come Static Vision to save the day with some good old fashioned rock & roll. Get it into ya! Cruiser
Irish music's getting good and weird and I'm here for it, yup the Podge, saw the man's arsecrack at a gig in Dublin in 2019, one of the more significant moments in my emotional development. Fabian McG&T