the Sun is an old man
Sleeps inside my head tonight
Dream a thousand voices
Chasing a blinding light
Taste the pale of a winter snow
Names like ice twist a mouth of stone
Sand falls from lips with weary hush
Weathered hands of a faded sun
Shake me from this Crush
Shake, Shake, Shake me from this crush
Shake, Shake, Shake me from this crush
Crush........
Time's face the shape
of Leaves falling down
So silent they stir
In the wake
of a black car
Pass the howling woman
Bend to kiss
a furrowed brow
Flight of night birds
a feathered rush
Whisper my name
Wake me from this Crush
Wake to a new day
Clouds slide across
a sky of glass
Trees without shadow
Shelters the scent of faint birth
Quiets an old mind
the forever, smell of rain
Fields a shade a of laughter
green and lush
Echos thru me
Reminds me of this Crush
Shake, Shake, Shake me from this crush
Shake, Shake, Shake me from this crush
Crush........
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018