Beach House - Gila [mp3]
It was on a bike again that my tethered, leathered thought felt free to feel forever again like this was going to become a butterfly in commotion fitted to flitting in flits of fits, tits for tats fighting for space in the air we breathed sucking kisses against the battered batted wings barging into our face and daring our nose to inhale, exhale, impale such fragile fabled fabric fleeing to fly freeing our eyes to an abundance of audacious beauty. And remember when I said that we bleed love in puddles down the drainage pipe? From the porch each cigarette we smoked was an accord, a treaty of peace and together we leaned against the banister staring at the mattress below, discarded and discovered, one after another, each ash flicked and it floated flights of stairs invisibly descending step-by-step into the sopping wet disgrace. Upon each landing there was a crumble, a spattering of crumbs crammed into the corners to cover up a congealing of the head strong wondering, “Will I make it through to the other side again?” I could smell the nearby swamp water with all of my senses delighting at their newfound surroundings, uncovering with a delicacy best dealt to a man with the winning hand and in my eyes I could see an embrace of those butterflies circling the trail left by you in layers on the paved road, a wormhole dropped in front of my eyes to crawl into slowly and I abide, I leveled my body perpendicular to the butterflies and I looked deep into something unknown. I went searching for something unknown. I found something unknown and we decided it something unknown. I made it through to the other side and once again netted your surprise, in a criss-crossed white halo protecting us from the bugs, you looked toward me with the waning light of the day in your gaze and against the satin clouds clearing the forestry, a single spider spun a web spanning the distance from the earth to the stars, an elongation began in the morning only to find the strand destroyed once again, the nightfall befell our savory arachnid’s best paid silk and finest wine, we drunk in the curious forgivings and misgivings, presented without comment and colluded against for many months. On that night, the spider forgave the universe it’s trappings and told the tale another day of a boy and a girl, tied together by a single shoelace, dangling from a mobile circling the sun, constantly in chase of their sunken hearts.
Beach House are a rhythm and blues band from Baltimore. The featured song is from the album Devotion. Purchase the music at Amazon | Insound | eMusic.
