No road map.
No traveler’s atlas forth.
No sense of which exact star’s North.
I never claimed that I was a constant man
Or even a man at all.
Directionless is just about the best way to summarize this.
Watching foils come together
From the vantage point of what I miss
And what I’ll likely never kiss hello.
But then it happened
Bluer than a flatlined ocean captain.
It occurs to me that black and white might be wrapping up.
The day that I had fun
Doesn’t amount to the night that I got gut punched.
Oh, delicious cake
What a night that was.
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016