Jan 082014
 

New video from the Inept Soliloquies of Solitude EP – the final installment of the Stoopid Anti-pro Trilogy.

 

Music, words & video: Simon Gylden. Footage from the 1964-65 New York World Fair. (c) 2014

Track available from here: Nimbit

 

Fumbling around in the haystack. Can’t you feel the rust of my skin

with your lustrous hands groping the darkness till the leatherette is gone from the seating.

And I’m falling around in these piles of garbage. There’s blue and grey and white in my name.

With these feathers of life folding down and there’s no one to share this empty shelter

it’s no wonder I am fallen.

 

We’re all broken down or breaking down. Grinding and winding or sliding down.

Guarding our time, counting out days, looking for scraps all over the place.

Calling out throughout the West, but it’s time to be quiet.

It’s time to be listening. Time for silence and secretly whispering

treat the well, the ill with themselves.

 

We’re fumbling around in the haystack. Can’t you feel the rust of my skin

with your lustrous hands groping the darkness till the leatherette is gone from the seating.

And there’s the salt raining down forever. Can’t you sense the base of my bones?

There’s a dog on a raft growling at the quiet Ocean

with her eyes gliding like a shark fin.