love song for kurozu-cho chie maruyama died in the houses love song for kurozu-cho shut up before you make a whirlwind roar love song for kurozu-cho the city below us the city below us / (as the body burns) / I HATE THAT SOUND! IT JUST PIERCES THROUGH MY EARS! I CAN STILL HEAR THEM! I CAN STILL HEAR THEM! no… NO! I’LL GET THEM OUT!
lyrics
when we were grapevines burning tongues in unison
as the ice caps melted nothing soluble left
but some fantasy floating in serene hurt where flecks check all the boxes
and the salt girl kept laughing as our arms kept cramping, charlie snail ad infinitum,
how do you pull yourself out of an abyss? It’s an impossible question.
how do you pull yourself out of an abyss?
I’m searching for answers, and there aren’t any here.
Kirie, are you worried yet?
Will your seaweed hair ignite?
though Kane can’t refund your fingerprints
the antipsychotics just might
and while he spits puzzle pieces with every single notch filled in,
they’ll wrap you in the embroidered echoes of any derivative sin
This is a love song for Kurozu-cho
This is a love song for Kurozu-cho
This is a love song for Kurozu-cho
I’ll never leave, never believe, and I’ll never know
My ravings fall on earless gastropods,
a labyrinth of primary colors and unsure doors,
checking each with the index, Spiderwick Knocker,
but we knew each other a mile below a swing set before every evil began,
when the arcade fired the lighthouse, sinking loose, every urn at once below a thick layer of family, ionosphere clay, a broken six
Heil Kusama!
I ride nightly horses through hordes of biting ticks, a moveable feast with no hope of an eventual swallow, rejecting antidotes in favor of citrus and optimism, but I am losing red quickly,
I am a dead sea breaching the vanishing point and there’s not much horizon left,
And when we were grapevines burning tongues in unison
and the salt girl kept laughing with no sign of stopping.
how do you pull yourself out of an abyss?
It’s an impossible question,
I’m sifting through the ashes, pennies through my fingers,
All you said was “do.”
Kirie, are you worried yet?
Will your seaweed hair ignite?
though Kane can’t refund your fingerprints
the antipsychotics just might (no they won’t)
and while he spits puzzle pieces with every single last notch filled in,
they’ll wrap you in the embroidered echoes of any derivative sin
This is a love song for Kurozu-cho (Chie Maruyama died in the houses)
This is a love song for Kurozu-cho (shut up before you make a whirlwind roar)
This is a love song for Kurozu-cho (the city below us the city below us)
I’ll never leave, never believe,
I don’t think I’ll ever know.
credits
from Tabernacle,
released September 24, 2016
emerson fd - vocals, lyrics, percussion
helen laser - vocals, production
amos damroth - synths, percussion, production
Pretty much exactly what you'd want out of an atmospheric, ambient, and engaging listen in less than 10 minutes. Beautiful sounds and textures. Worth yo time and yo money. Free Lemonade Records