Straight through to the mothership, you clear your weary eyes
Sweat beads while you flex and rip
A long, tall land for foreign weights and
You steer like a cattle car and flip back through your guide
The steel portal, it opens up
And you swerve to fit inside
If nothing in you is all right then how could you get along?
If nothing is truly insight then what if the world is wrong?
Too late like a meteor shower
That had hit too rushed, rocking out of your window
Your fate, only holding the god
A refractory mirror gazing into your sunlight
Beams pour through half open vents and no one looks at you
Tailored suits of platinum
Watches display numbers beyond your thinking
Coffee would be so nice right now but the limit is the roof
Of some guard with a plastic card provoking for the truth
Tom Snowden, from Alice Springs, Australia, turns in six soft, Arthur Russell-y covers of favorites from Björk, Kylie Minogue, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2020
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