Oh charcoal palm
that began as a silent protest
a bare chest, choral voices
from within it's canvas
and stretched outward as the morning sun regretted kissing
hillsides from both sides
the evening peaked it's crown between them
-bottles and stained glass
martyrs all fade fast
looks licking distance is save points
and pin pricking blisters hissing jaw joints
parked between gums
pray inside tents
Dead yogi tea
drink it for the headaches
an old camcorder plays
we stared at the snowflakes
and fine tailored 80's night sky
in the background
while Mt. St. Helen's brimmed ash
washed passed
-Apartment lights
With houses glowing intermittent
As the trees deny the summer's teeth
and shadows cast inside her reach
last days gone longer walks in the woods
stumble on the sinners and they talk where they stood
bottle rocket dreams and a bigfoot action figure
blinded from the take off submerged and unheard
in the creek beneath our feet
will our honest hearts beat
playing theme songs from an era long gone
on repeat
-from a hoodie from a sleeve
and the Reeboks on my feet
stood sand from the bank
and the cuffs of my jeans
-i was turning when the night fall
brushed upon my shoulder
and the summer slept a year
without heat
no dreams
no
no dreams
supported by 5 fans who also own “Mount St. Helens”
This album is an impressive feet of writing and sound design. Kill sets such an incredible mood throughout the record, and the writing is consuming, reflective, full of dark humor, and the weight of life. Easily one of favorite albums to drop this year. Bloodmon$y Perez