Carolina​/​Someday

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released August 13, 2016

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Track Name: Carolina
It’s 70', I’m fine.
It’s all starting to implode.

Cigarette in mouth, burnt rubber on the road,
A’rollin’ on a damascene highway; I-95,
Through upper Appalachia, with a winter wren.

Evanescent a child,
Carolina back then;

'I was dumb when I was younger,
I needed everybody for comfort,
to see in me a sleeping sun and a contour'

Carolina.

Creeping ennui,
My median year in the stars.
Caught a peach I’d seen on House of Cards.

Each annum yields,
Elapses in a blink and life’s a séance as you enter the backwards view;
You whisper to things passed,
You’ll never be as you were

In MD we stopped for gas and came upon the NSA;
'I wonder if they read my brain in Carolina today'
Track Name: Someday
Someday one of us is going to die and one of us is going to be old.
A soul that was fallen for will be bereft,
It scares me to death, so I guess it's going to have to be me.

By night I ride the tide's malaise, supine,
Defiance is vain,
Embraced, my mind, it wanes,
Here's why all that we want is to get away

All sick,
Steering a brakeless car,
Yield to the ruinous star, swing on my damocles sword.
How could I not get loaded some when there are tusks in the room
and they're piercing the womb?
We'll burn by air or fatter men first - hooray!

At night I dive in waves - defanged, dethroned, depraved.
Invites declined -
with me, I guess, nobody wants to get wet.


9/99; 8 on the 9th – I always fall short.
Louisiana - get the Sun in June,
Booze drive thrus – no straw loophole.
Keep hard, sweetheart retard, half decrepit child.

Hell is a process named the threat of success
and it smells like wet concrete spread on promised land.
Soda-sweet sleight of hand as our souls are swept,
piffling pets.

Dare you reap the soil that splayed me?
Baby, boil.
You’re colder than you were
and older than you know.