Trapped in a blue car, no light at the dashboard
Four hours since sundown, four hours till I mourn
Can't trust a single webcam, can't trust a single storefront
My mind is kind of scattered, my thoughts always battle
Always see shadows where they don’t show, and i can’t look back or they’ll all know
I know they’re there even if they hide, my ears still ring - my mouth feels dry
Don’t sleep real well because I’m scared, train cars turn beds unless I stand
Just want to see the sun again, but they shut it down - so I’d give in
PK Shellboy:
broken doors, shattered glass
can you find me
on the floor, scattered past
you're right behind me
in the corner of my(your) eye i(you) see your(my) shadow
watching over me(you) as i(you) lose every battle
all this weight upon me(you) tied up to my(your) saddle
show me the way
zombAe:
Land face first into a mirror hope I break with the glass.
Tear apart the shards dig through my medicine rack.
The pain rains from my face I fall flat on my back, gone.
Broken glass my tabernacle as I open the capsule.
It's a hard pill to swallow, and the action feels hollow.
And my face feels aflame, I want to scream, keep my mouth closed.
suck down the placebo.
Pray for a panagea.
That my desire to subscribe to society's likeness disappears.
My denial of life's spontaneity, eyes to tears.
And there's spiderwebs around the light inside me fighting fear.
born to be corrupt
Molded by my blood
And I've got weight on my shoulders
That an Atlas couldn't shrug.
Crying in the bathroom, lying on my glass tomb.
Crumbling like sand when they built me as the last dune.
IN A LAST DITCH OF SPITE
GRIP A SHARD AS A KNIFE
AND HOLD IT UP TO THE NECK OF THE BEAST IN PLAIN SIGHT
credits
from Restless Ego,
released March 26, 2021
Features Clarinet and Saxophone played by Krullebol and Keys played by Saint Misery
In the music of Paul Jordan, digitally manipulated field recordings become striking electronic songs that feel eerie and surreal. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2020