Hour 9 Lyrics & Tabs by Decomposure
Hour 9
guitar chords lyrics
Realigning heartbeats in tar
while gridlined cells and prepaper fans
sift snow’s surface whitenoise
as moment’s light sugar fingerprints
split equal sums of trial and error
on floppy disk for a hairspire’s passing rustle,
unworthy even of static;
no diversion in any cold bitten sand grain.
‘Am i still worth a candy?’
sat late snapped elastic wavering around ghost columns
but like a trampoline with a hole
i jerk back to earth and crumple airless for hope smoke:
no nutritional content,
dormant in silos for halley’s eternity
adding commas like there’s no tomorrow
no nutritional content,
dormant in silos for halley’s eternity
adding commas like there’s no tomorrow
already between your fingers
I bake my eyes under the sun
and lose the loom where truth is spun
(Parallel with axle connections
alone as through heater grates)
Soup sipped straight from the pot,
or spread on the table,
or rung in a mug?
in focus the superimposed fullbody mask
amoeba pink, inflated glove
bones worked with hulk fist innards
to ns centre hunch black iron chain box
locked lined to lone garbage bag
remove every breath,
still sipping warm sweet plastic...
Set change soft and dextrous the gentle crossed
branches orchestrated leaf for old globe
waxcut grey at its latitudes and longitudes twice bolted
as blackboard blood blister flop mesh course
the supple weeded lint trap stifle its fetid blue slick
failsafe locker tilt coagulant in slight ajar single switch
like an overturned tin of warming grease joeyed below a rusty oven.
dustyeyed looms bulb without breeze and silent steps upward,
pillar and picnic sketch underscore,
oil black unassuming,
final as gelatinous whispers
heaped on an endless train.
And then...?
A skipped space of chapter
pulled from the watery movement along pattered shadow
to lurch and spit like alkali and devour the earth
in the twisted tread of bicycle thorn?
This would be an emptied egg
washed sunset and jewel
arranged on display behind glass
to be crushed under another stray or velvet paw
No, i will knot my fingers
and cover color pin fullscreen at a little left starred
set to trowelling aspartame deep in the niter.
