London, 2010 from arxis by Jack Crawford
Tracklist
| 4. | London, 2010 | 8:00 |
Lyrics
I wish the juices to stop pumping
I wish the birches to bend
I wish the walls to stop thumping
I wish no sex were a trend
there she twirls
hovering before my eyes
with a knife
in her hair
reaching upwards for the skies
of the room
yes, I’ve been watching German porno through a wine glass
as ghosts flow from my shrinking cigarette
they find themselves pancaked against the ceiling
humming bass lines into a cassette
bloodstream is black and blue
bloodstream is me and you
vein the candle, melting wax
mud seeps through the injected cracks
the kids in the room above mine
won’t stop squealing tonight
the kids on the moon above shine
and flicker in bipolar light
emptiness
is a price one has to pay
for their years
of open eyes
see a statue made of clay
see its eyes
there’s vomit on the tiles of the shower
it hardens underneath my shadow’s sway
it’s red as any pulpy harpooned ankle
it’s dead as any statue made of clay
I’d like to be less cold
I’d like not to grow old
I’d like to smell the grass
several feet above my rotting mass
29 nails in my box
29 lovers by the bay
29 songs flow through the air
just one body ready to sail away
