Hour 3 Lyrics & Tabs by Decomposure
Hour 3
guitar chords lyrics
how many months in mp3s
and rows of dvds would graph a fourth wall?
it’s what i eat and what i do;
glint blankets crude hewn pebbles without waking
gloved greeting like accidental epoxy
in a franchise transaction during a flyover snack stop
no party, only varying venn knots
inhaling and exchanging silence for (moving) rattlesnakes...
no rest from mathpowered chalk, damp sweater
winter spring forehead wedges cragged letter tails
projected clouds flattened against solemn intake of breath
under the distant curious emptiness lit threequarters above
with whispered breathless linked axes on the table at the back.
right now, still thirty feet behind a moment
peering through three holes quicksanded through the floorboard receiver
with whispered breathless linked axes on the table at the back.
right now, still thirty feet behind a moment
peering through three holes quicksanded through the floorboard receiver
at fraternal bluegreen crashes and outline dragging
a dark mass muzzled an inch bleed vertically from each side of a foil candle,
encased like headlights beyond the outside wall groping clay arms
for a snowblind map of street stains and melted tablecloth fire cord.
gliding hunched with leopard legs
over sealed ground
over sealed car house
over sealed vhs tape box;
there’s been no offwhite phone nub to chew in four years,
so can i explain that i’ve changed?
your kind is not welcome; join us only on the
elongated sun smears the sole trace of nature
against demographic dots curled inward to cold fire
blue card mugging is currency, wearing pumice color brands
during doortodoor disappointments
blocks on tires
others on our lawns encroach;
pitch recoiled in assumed homes
my stunted spinnerets
cast strings in search of fenceless paths
all these ones summed are less than half;
a parrot squawking on a titan’s shoulder
i’d been there before, but it had since been furnished
a jail flashed harshly in memory:
i found my former wallet at an odd version of tetris
with a control pad like old doorbells
(although i didn’t use the down arrow,
i used a flat, telescoping toggle switch).
this was after circling around the opposite side of a boat
so no giant could see me,
then walking through diagonal pepperwood halls
to luke’s temporary school apartment
above the roof next to the building’s first hollow ribcage.
in the second, the janitor indicated his belt sander
on a distant plywood island,
and it fell as if pushed to be replaced by another purple one.
i entered alone but trailed by a friend through an angled room
with a light teal doorway boarded with only a square opening
available at eye level.
just me and the lost doorman stalking night and previous days in advance
with styrofoam footprints in eggshell bathed in shadow gauze
blocks and bubbles apart, behind steam blinds
elongated sun smears the sole trace of nature
against demographic dots curled inward to cold fire
blue card mugging is currency, wearing pumice color brands
during doortodoor disappointments in elmira.
the walk’s pure snowbank weatherstripped
facing coats with concrete script
obverse smiles parked in bare lots,
unbound stamps disperse in clots
