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Ways to Forget by Clock Opera [2012]
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Ways to Forget by Clock Opera [2012]
layered electronic indie
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become the solution yourself
hallucination
i peel your shirt off like an old skin
gold is only the excrement of the gods
my body is not a temple
can there be more than two?
how the sun buries itself in the ground
the moon, a different flower
your crescent flesh, a glove
a simple struggle at dawn
an immortal doubt surrounded by belief
a sunless window
our history has become legend. i wear you like a cloak at six am. my eyes slowly settling into their sockets as if they were being pulled on a string.
the old dump is seeming older as their faces drop, their words soften. i remember the paneled wall i painted blue, the floral decal i stuck to the door blistered from my weightless fist. tears slugged every corner of that room when you couldn’t see the carpet. the legs on the bed that suffocated the floor, the way my body shook when you stretched it so thin. the cards lost in the sheets, a sunlit dusty-smoke always in the air. we put it there.
i take the stereo you called expensive like a thief, to listen to the tapes i only wanted to look at. the sounds i had never forced myself to hear, poured out of the toy trellises deep into my throat, curdled flesh.
a sour follows: the noise, you don’t have to go to college, the dime machine pit stops, the first feeling of being all alone in a transient house.
i never feel as if nobody is watching here. all the objects have ghosts too, no matter how solid they may seem on a day already lost to lifelessness.
i fold my hand tenderly into my hand: the wine, the arc, the flood that seems to drown me every once in awhile— i’ll nurse you to death if you don’t figure out how to ask me to stop.
