Tiny Practice from SUN WEDDING by Team Bright

I’ve got swimmers eyes, filled with blue, looking up at the sight of you
I don’t like sitting in the shade, I’d rather burn up in your blaze

Longing is my oldest habit. My heart is soft like April rabbits
Lying down in grass grown long, thinking only ever of your song
Call my dancing accidental, well my music’s elemental

show me all your private faces, take me to your secret places
oh holy shine of cherimoya, collect your seeds so I can show you
how a grin can change a face completely. Don’t you want to meet me?

Hold me close while I am sleeping, and hide me deep in your safekeeping
I’d go up any old spiral staircase for a glimpse of your face, for a glimpse of you

I can’t remember how it started I only know the planet went black
I can’t remember how we parted I only know I want you back

I’m set fire like I’m some kindling, aren’t I your kin, your darling?
Plait dry grass into a braid, use these limes for lemonade
I’ve made material commitments to partake in many fictions
but my apron pocket’s full of flowers, and I have your audience all hours

I share my tokens of perception, give me your nimbus of protection
Pencil in my tiny practice I’ll give up anything if you ask it
I’m full of bitters, I’m full of love songs, I’m full of sunfire and I’m starborn
I’m full of nightmares and trembling motion, I’m a tide returning out to the ocean

I can’t remember how we parted I only know I want you back

• Experimental
• experimental folklore
• Santa Barbara