Salamanca Vortex from Savoir Vivre by Gig Culture

Springtime sunset needles through
The patchwork clouds
In spools of radiant gold leaf thread
And weaves itself
Into the dumper astrogreen
But this merry lift of brighter months
Awaiting round the corner
Is half spoiled by some
30 something faux-goth cunts
Chewing my fucking ears off
About how
“They can’t live without darts
But they’re not addicted”
As if the distinction
Should mean something to me
Or I said I was keen
To dissect in depth
The oh-so supreme nuances of
Their relationship with nicotine

This goes on and on
So on and so forth
As my forehead grinds the floor
And I bare the oppressive collapse
Of doubt about my life’s direction
Like why
My priorities are put off permo
But a feed of grease from Mykonos
Is all to easy for me to sort
Which can be brought on by just 15 minutes
Of talking to these kinds of
Brooding boring Lord Byron
Sorts of dickheads
So ah ya know oh just be warned
Oh be warned.

T’sall a sorry backdrop
To my blank stare daydreams
As torrents of pattern-clad limbs
Twist themselves into a
Salamanca vortex
Of grott enthusiasm for Post Street
So potent not even my
Arrhythmic weariness could resist
The pull of it

Currents of whipping hymns amass
Signalling the imminence of the mish
My babasee bush babies born from
Vibrant tufts of wild grass
And soft bracken fronds of the landscape
Manifest the part of Kubrick larrikin droogs
Dragging me off luxurious perch of
Codger-core shit talk I revel in
As dire as this evening’s been
I froth that lush inertia found through
Beer garden limpeting to the first chair
I get locked in the bleary crosshairs
And just siftin it til last drinks
This pisshead state of affairs might
Suit my ambitions 99% of the time
But it's not what
This Friday night’s lined up for me
The Salamanca Vortex overcomes
Yeah
The Salamanca Vortex overcomes

• Alternative
• post-punk
• Hobart