When the evening
defeated
pins its sun against the window panes
bleeding orange like a tangerine's veins
pulsing in my eyes like alien brains
But to get up and face the day
without complaints
without figure skates
Where the hell am I now?
Venice is humid and strange
Vincent is humorous and strange
he never said so
but I knew he occupied the same awful place I did
where black shines brighter than red
Pulsating pain
peeling paper stock
He burned a hole into my sock
he felt so bad he never smoked again
except the rest of that cigarette on that dock
the gross green water of this city
was the only thing that could calm scared minds like ours
Everyone said
don't jump in
that's nasty
Till we jumped in
and his hair turned blacker than I ever thought it could
and in the dim night
I swam back toward the wall
feeling like I had finally done something I loved in my life
we dried off
we went to clubs
and for a moment we sang and danced
and forgot about the demons waiting in our beds
we balanced cups on our heads
and painted on canvas
credits
from Painflower,
released April 24, 2020
Music by Turtle Grenade. Mastered by Evan Mui.
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022