Faded Star from Faded Star by Hello Whirled

she looks out from a window
or a one-way mirror to some
watching the moon rise
wiping up the cum
work is taxing
but she doesn’t care
they’ll soon be overtaken
by the Magic Square
takes the old plastic stars down and throws them in her car
revs up for a hotbox with plans to travel far
where no one may ever find her or know about her past
it’s not as if this old club was ever built to last

to not be a faded star

pulled into nowhere
with broken gas pumps
new burn holes in the ceiling
from all the speed bumps
ran to the washroom
to rinse out the dye
blend into surroundings
and not turning an eye
self-witness protection matters
holy if the glass shatters
walking quiet like a woman battered
standing tall like somebody flattered

to not be a faded star

checked into a cheap motel just over the bridge
grabbed her empty bottles, chucked them into the fridge
dreams blend into nightmares yet she can’t stay awake
a self-imposing horror that she could barely take
alienation clearer
ripped out all the glass from the mirror
hid under the bed from what horrifying things
as the night dies down with her state, her shaky voice sings

look at her that faded star

• Alternative
• experimental
• lo-fi
• noise rock
• post-punk
• slop pop
• Philadelphia