pain glass spills yarn
cross my dead drunk found
truncated hearing desk aid
by shopped medicined basement
all ideal alacrity blood
ain't flow well in my broken veins
drifts on out down towards my stomach
makes my elbows lock up like
ice capped kiss kiss kisses
and i'd like to try love, too
but i just can't fall asleep
doc doc doc
levels all off
it's pangea off the map, yeah
half past room tied sleep in
these glitching fields in
wonder's half past midnight
they keep me up and eat the sunlight
like vitamins and rainbows, beautiful things
sometimes just like the dark room
all the pictures i think developing are
coming at the spaces brain waves 'cause
they just ain't got no where else to hold but why
let's go to bed for a while
and watch the petty basement dwellers
their little hands that grab and hold the youth's
one day vestigial
forget to swallow sand the man is writing in white coats
hollowed eyes watched his daughters die
lay your hands on my weary ashes
obsequious remains turmoil not will i
one day you'll wake up
and you won't hide it
look down into the basement's blue
and watch red of the curly haired boy
flow like wind and craft like eyes, my eyes
somewhere i'm a right's wronged
a decimating head blow
i'd love you watch me
for the rest of the night
how tired it gets when i'm
alone for too many hours
i couldn't hold pins up my needles
in my brightly lit colored eyes
i'll hide my love for you
in ambiguity
so i'm not an all natural
hideout blower
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024