materialized
out of nothing
I saw a picture of his brother
half shut in a desk drawer
odd what he’s become
I try joking
everyone wants me to talk about him
why do I need to talk about him
I make contact
after the talk show
he barely has the time
he’s nearly out of orbit
things turn
I try to call after his fans are getting
caught
armed inside of student unions
firing into lecture ceilings
he hangs up
says he’s done listening to lesser men
I walk laps in the tunnels of the hospital
listen to the pipes
refuse to believe
he’s really gone for good
I walk laps in the tunnels of the hospital
waiting for the credits, lights
credits, lights
credits, lights
credits, lights
Rarely an album title evokes that perfectly what’s inside … on a solidly bass base, mid-tempo post-punk songs progressing like nothing could stop them. Somehow, Berlin atmosphere transpires. JJPOP13