Someone humming a relevant tune.
Looking over, I thought it was you
with your aimless croon.
No one wanted to follow the stream.
I thought it'd sound better on me.
Most of the time I can't even start.
I'd rather die than make it art--
that's what they say.
I complain
that everything's moving backwards.
But everyone needs a place to go.
Nobody out there ever did it alone.
Singing for fun and singing for free.
Copyright law is useless to me--
it's stolen outright
the first time it's played, and ever after
the first time.
Everything's looking backwards.
There's no getting around
what's behind the sound:
LSD, GbV, NYC, etc.--
everything's looking backwards
to move on.
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude