Salem, NH
from Death by Dying by Needle Play
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Song is about making art
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struck gold first time my hammer met iron
my incandescent vessel of expression
love of my life, smithing
will carry my resonance in death
as she did in life
such a love exposed from this hollow eremite
provoked by an unlikely metal despot
the bouquet of a maple workshop
the soldering of me to ancient machines
aided the transfer of my prolific aches
into timeless beauty
an isolationist's homage
masochism did smile at my symphonic purge of despair
and i smiled back at her
from my agony, i planted harsh hyacinths
and jet-black ivies
forged was my garden of hurt
taking to yellow-brick turnpikes, my repurposed grief
one fatal day my back pain led me to a percocet armageddon
and skirmishes with the sauce
on again, off again, on and off again, etc.
with meandering covered-wagon temperance
now i haunt flea fairs and trade markets
i have not learned to flourish without a proud outlet
and i am forbidden from putrid envy
when you bare the scars of war with yourself
you can ruminate,
you can lose yourself to regress,
you can build a temple to repression,
staple your worries to another's torso,
hitch a ferry ride down the amazon
towards a self-aggrandizing mission,
or you can craft yourself a blushing bride
by mastering a wrought vocation
i am survived by the beautiful wounds
she left behind
those who greet art with indifference
are spared terminal anguish
but are denied a certain immortalizing ascendancy
bleed all your sorrows into
a narrow, glass prison
my incandescent vessel of expression
love of my life, smithing
will carry my resonance in death
as she did in life
such a love exposed from this hollow eremite
provoked by an unlikely metal despot
the bouquet of a maple workshop
the soldering of me to ancient machines
aided the transfer of my prolific aches
into timeless beauty
an isolationist's homage
masochism did smile at my symphonic purge of despair
and i smiled back at her
from my agony, i planted harsh hyacinths
and jet-black ivies
forged was my garden of hurt
taking to yellow-brick turnpikes, my repurposed grief
one fatal day my back pain led me to a percocet armageddon
and skirmishes with the sauce
on again, off again, on and off again, etc.
with meandering covered-wagon temperance
now i haunt flea fairs and trade markets
i have not learned to flourish without a proud outlet
and i am forbidden from putrid envy
when you bare the scars of war with yourself
you can ruminate,
you can lose yourself to regress,
you can build a temple to repression,
staple your worries to another's torso,
hitch a ferry ride down the amazon
towards a self-aggrandizing mission,
or you can craft yourself a blushing bride
by mastering a wrought vocation
i am survived by the beautiful wounds
she left behind
those who greet art with indifference
are spared terminal anguish
but are denied a certain immortalizing ascendancy
bleed all your sorrows into
a narrow, glass prison
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from Death by Dying,
released July 24, 2020
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