In the bag is a strawberry jam,
a sandwich, a book, and a candle
You bob left and then right with your step
Your eyes are shut for the rhythm
I reach up and around your shoulder
and when I do you turn to look at me. I say
"hey that night felt like we couldn't have known
how to tie a knot 'round it all"
I barely knew, I was resting upon it
and I couldn't see you standing above me
I collapsed and my eyes pressed into
My hands and my nose ran down my lips
When my eyes opened up, I was propped,
The grass in the park with a blanket
But no one could have seen me sobbing
At least it seemed I was the only one there, there
When you see a big part of your life
Held / up / in A dark cloud,
a tired wilting garden,
it reflects through everything else
And the sand comes rushing into
what used to be a statue,
a severed simple snake's head,
and when the pain removes it
I wanna hear the secret
It's looking like a movie
I said to play it backwards
cuz the sneakers start to move me
I'm walking on the old grass
where the secret started blossoming
A freaky footy entrance
to a short and fancy ending
Bleak, throbbing work that lands halfway between coldwave and shoegaze, this Berlin group hits that spot just under the breastbone. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 15, 2017