swarbles; the black lodge.
my second song from this week’s elephant 6 townhall hour song compilation about fictional characters was going to be an ode to special agent dale cooper (#fictional characters i want to have actual relations with), but i had trouble with it and it basically just wound up being about twin peaks in general. also the lyrics are virtually unintelligible. i like the basic chord structure of this (well, just the bridge-y “like cherry pie” and “the scent of” parts), but i’m not crazy about anything else. i think i am just being hypercritical about it because i have allergies and my throat feels like garbage and i couldn’t remember how i sang when i was recording vocals, and an hour isn’t very long to write and record a song in if you have hypercritical tendencies.
available to download from cllct and all of the songs are available as a zipfile on mediafire.
the hesitance of fluorescence
still flickers in uncertainty,
even when the bulb is warm.
like cherry pie
black as midnight on a moonless night,
black as midnight on a moonless night.
you’ll find me washed ashore, wrapped in plastic,
with letters jammed beneath my fingernails
for you to decode.
the scent of burnt motor oil,
and tall douglas firs,
runs circles round you here.