Plumsong from Clopen Door by Noether
Tracklist
| 9. | Plumsong | 9:54 |
Lyrics
Phase 1:
What do you do with your plums everyday
the stone fruit storage has long gone away
and the sun sets in the most intricate way
as it swerves and swoons about the moon
Sara good as goner with a barman in her armsand took him out the backdoor just to lay him in the garland
I trudge through the canyon soothing trying to find what went wrong
And press my choking cheeks against the face of the barman saying
What do you do with your heart everyday
the organ storage has long gone away
and the moon sets in the most impossible way
as it prances and runs towards the sun
Phase 2:
I will catch the train in the morning
And pray the poison Amtrak don’t derail
Cause there’s pennies flattened, forcefully unveiled
And caught on trains of lifers in their mourning
Back to the stone fruit storage
With my Hackensack oranges
Has the Welshman in you seen the black sheep
Who rides late at night above the hills?
Phase 3:
Lost on the tracks, a sorry sack
I make my way to a roadside store
Owner Dennis Whitley hit me
Upside the head when I said
“Have you got a map on ya?”
There’s nothing here for miles
And miles and miles and miles…
I’ll rot in Appalachia
Barely even remembering you exist
A dissonant strike of 12am
I shut the blinds betwixt my eyes
And lay my head on moss
No more plums
A discordant yelp at 3am
I raise to greet the soul that seeks me
Phase 4:
Heaven is cold, bitter gin soundtrack
Courtesy of the barman
Who whisked my one true love away
There’s nothing on this Earth
Above or below
Which can grant me solace anymore
I ate the sour plum, apricot, and nectarine
Toasted with a trident, thyme and notes of tangerine
The character has reset to its norm.
Sara has thrown away the garland.
The barman has succumb to his self-poured shots and kissed the threshold of cirrhosis.
We’ve been left destitute.
Entrenched in a catacomb of our former selves.
Purchased for embarrassing ersatz.
The plums are never sold.
We’ve lost our luster.
Magnificent.







