In a room of paper roses we watered the floors
Sustenance sustaining stems.
Their bodies, restless, bobbled in bowls as stilettos fed a poor roses nightmare.
Pensive of protection, they could only scoff with upturned ovules and flashing sepals
[The heels’ home was elsewhere
The heels’ home was elsewhere]
Predators loomed from a banister, elusively drool-dripping their bowels below..
Sighing,
“We’ll build a baby oh little Daisy, oh”
I said,
“We’ll build a baby oh little Daisy, oh”
Their bowls were picked clean. Yes, their tracks were sunken, trampling
along the greenery. Red specks on the floor left traces of guilt.
The scene in the tape was hardly discreet.
The ravaged roses rose up and sang forth just like that Blitzkrieg
Their thorn-sharpened scythes were seething and hot
But the heels paced—new energy supplied a new stride—
With their bellies full from the night of debauchery
It was Eden, again
Eden, again.
“I feel like my blood could project out of every pour of my body
Or something like blood… A SOUL! YES!
Man, I’m glad I can feel
Happy and Clear
So [still feel]Happy and Clear
Happy and Clear”
Cacophonous mash of noise, electronic sounds and vocals powered by energetic walls of drums. Listen loud, jump often. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2014
On “Spirit Breeze,” Dylan Gilbert starts from folk roots, but gradually adorns his songs with rich textural elements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 19, 2022