Songtexte Scarab - Dan Merritt

He's still in the shower
And I've just done so much
My hat is soaked and frosty
My coat is dripping from its hook
My slut strands are out
Perfect timing
I had made it back for the exodus
High waisted pants and short cut jackets
No hoods
Faux fur
White Converse
In the sleet
Through the rivulets and tributaries of mud
Sliding diagonal on Euclid
Hi hi this is Kylie we're doing wonderful
I felt the nip at my digits
I feel, only now, the circulation lacking
Grumbling exhaust
Spills out blue into the cyclonic air

Sprays a whipping
Star ahanging from fishing wire or twine
Eight points of red tissue paper
Afront an orange wall
The LEDs slowly cycled
The voices spiked through slush
I was alike with my beanie
I was alight with longing
I was adrift in a tide of smelling salts and Reeboks
I was lifted from my feet by the scream of banshees
I was tugged across east and
West by the whispering winds of curiosity
The churning bile reached up and flooded the topsail
And the rudder was cracked
I hummed into my phone
I conducted myself to tears
The car alarm harmonized and kept time
Pulsing away west out to eleventh
Where merch dreams
Tucked in and sauntered by
Jet flights in your inbox

A weekender tote and tight clothes
One way tickets for nothing nice
It's just a normal walk
A couple blocks and we'll hit a couch
White jeans and a Prada clutch with a little chain
That black triangle beckoning
Drawing me in and in and in
Through the gemstone
Through the colonoscopy camera
Through the mine
Across the uncharted swells
Past the village
With its wheat and its Cacti and the iron golem

Hitting like Sancho
Spitting like poison
Spinning and spinning around and around the park
Beaches and benches
Pike and Snu
White jeans
Gold belts
Lakers jerseys and bare shoulders steaming as
The ice crackles against
Blotched red and covered in salt
Burning more as the scud picks up