Zoroaster from Fire by Mouni

I'm at the spot
with zoroaster
we bunker down
for six or seven hours in a box
the lights are dim
head in a coffin
I'm working on my hand to eye coordination
ear to mind reverberation

the coke machines
got my bill
I'm out of wallet
needing it still
punching it last hope
no quarters back
thirsty and wired

your ears are like
gold medallions
im chewing on
my tongue and sweating colder than the dark
but never mind
I'm back in providence
the lighter side
laughing hard not nihilistic
arguing bout all the logistics

the coke destroyers
got my pill
I'm in a tight space
looking at jill
talk in the microphone
echoing back
thirsty and wired

• Rock
• ambient
• couch
• folk
• indie
• Providence