what'll it be like when the pain subsides
and I can do anything with a joyful cry
work a dead-end job in a depressed town
but my gratitude won't permit no frown
sing the drip drip drip of the coffee maker
give thanks to the ghostly water vapor
and the sip sip sip of the present tense
but presently I know I'm on the fence about this
to live, to breathe, to walk, to be
it's perfect for a moment or so
then my eyes set on the next goal
throw a fit fit fit oh the human condition
conditioned me to always be fishing
like an overflowing icebox can't stop a mission
when the mission's less a vision and more like a wishing
for the biggest, the best, most succulent catch
dripping with jealousy of all of my enemies
I can't just soak in the aimlessness
of this quiet and beautiful painlessness, no
to live, to breathe, to walk, to be
it's perfect for a moment or so
then my eyes set on the next goal
it's not the moral I would have chosen
but I saw it coming from miles away
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016