Spinal Chords from Good Feels by Sun Kin

Pocket sun-spraying,
son, guitar-playing;
I'm in love with being lonely,
I've nothing to say
but that I'm a freak,
deaf and dumb and sick,
diving into the Bay at the Golden Gate.

Playing on your nerves
with my spinal chords,
running picks over your neck and
sounding hoarse.
Galloping away
from the friends I've made.
How could I tell them
that they're still inside my head?

Always hungry, I'm becoming
something I could never survive.
Water reaches out on beaches
while I stand waiting on the ledge.
Stuck in metal, fluorescent and fed up
of being caught up in trappings of mind.
It's all mental and no one has meant
anything to me since 2009.

Knee deep in windowsill,
ears full of daffodil,
I'm not getting something,
it's lifting and sighing
and breathing and dying
and wishing and sifting
through sand, it's wriggling.

Now comes the breaking of day,
now comes the breaking of day,
tidemarks'll appear on my face
when I'm washed up and drowned in the
varicose sound that drains
and the most powerful weapon I have is my brain
and I'm killing it slowly with saporous drink
after drink after drink after drink after
drink after drink after drink after
bittersweet drink.

• Alternative
• alt-pop
• ambient pop
• art rock
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Los Angeles