Dark Crash from homebodies by Construction & Destruction

All we can do is lay it away,
and hope that is does for you
what it claims.
And hope I can keep doing for you
the most.

You noted in this one an historical sound;
a quality of peal lost on me.
You’d already hit every one,
and oh! the way it was wrought.

The oil is low and as black as most nights
we take on and drive into laterally.
The wipers are shit and they leave my side
so obscured.

I’m always re-setting the short-term odometer.
I’m always thinking of re-treading tires.
You like the feel of centrifugal movement;
I like velocity.

This will mean:
me standing in the street again,
signalling you through the window as you strike it.
This will mean:
this is the point at which
you can no longer be heard.

That will mean:
you can’t hear me through the din.
That will mean:
I’m slipping back from the center.
That will mean:
my ear petrified to tin,
and yours like a lily.

That will mean:
my ear petrified to tin!
That will mean:
my ear petrified to tin!
That will mean:
my ear petrified to tin!,
and your aural gilded.

• Experimental
• Independent
• Singer-songwriter
• Spook Rock
• avant-garde
• noise
• Port Greville