Thin Sunlight

by Crimes (MN)

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released 12 May 2013

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Track Name: Thrifty Vultures
A mountain, what if I might be?
A moment, what if it mattered?
Thrifty Vultures. My aim. Thrifty Vultures.
Track Name: Wasted Me
In a crowded factory, leaking oil tears.
Fodder for a subtle-less century.
It wasted me. Like a little cry baby.
Track Name: Poison
Poison in increments.
Builds up a strength.
Moisten your fingertips.
Measure it's length.

Nettles brush up against.
Shelters your face.
Settles with common sense.
Valleys escape.
Track Name: Wide Eyes
Red stream. Green Sky. Moth Hole. Implied
Snake tongue. Fox Cry.
Track Name: Perfect Three
Shadows, light can barely spy.
In mirrors I'm another guy.
Easy as a handshake, or nodding to agree.
I was two. now a perfect three.

The dimmer, lays a tender stroll.
The skinner's in a butcher's soul.
Littered by the random. Blinded possibly.
I was two, now a perfect three.
Track Name: Cloud Creep
An oak with knotted leaves. Looks nothing like a tree.
A floating bed of shalls Drifts over mercy falls.
Cloud Creep. Cloud Creep.
A lantern makes us squint. They washed our fingerprints.
Our backpacks filled with charms. In the distance four alarms.
Cloud Creep. Cloud Creep.
Track Name: Wind Thistle
I started pacing by the scream. Tip toed in slippers maybelline.
Bleeding whistle, hollow melted age.
A tone beneath the vinyl floor. Above reluctant to the core.
A whispered metal, pinching, bitter blade.

Wind thistle. In awkward phase. Wind thistle. All I could say
The fog was potent as a whip. My body lifted from the tip.
A premonition, whether never made.