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A little ditty about the hum of impending doom trickling into your life in annoying little ways, and about how not everybody hears that hum or wants to acknowledge that hum, and about how enviable that can be.
By the way, 'travelator' is what our neighbors in JOLLY OLD ENGLAND call a 'moving walkway'. Like the kind you see at airports and stuff! Ya know?
lyrics
LYRICS:
A pinch of tense relief. A keen mortality.
While I’m playing Viewtiful Joe
or watching Northern Exposure.
Sure, I’ve had the smoke intrude on even quieter times.
So sure it trickles through to minds much heavier than mine.
And I half-wonder how to phrase it
To the flies drawn to the light;
To adirondack chairs who don’t like to discuss
half-wonderings why.
That frequency’s louder than ever before.
You’ve got pliable energy but whatcha using it for?
And if you’re feeling how you feel
then just don’t feel anymore
and go when you decide to board
that travelator up through the trap door.
That spider in the corner has lived here since October.
You’ve mutually agreed you’ll both let each other be.
So long as he’ll lend an ear
to all of the paragraphs you’ve scrawled,
You won’t hit him with a sandal;
paper towel him to the lawn.
And he half-wonders while he’s stretching
yards of silk along your wall,
How someone with such a simple problem
can’t keep it solved.
That frequency’s louder than ever before.
You’ve got pliable energy but whatcha using it for?
Now if you’re feeling how you feel,
could you not feel anymore
and go when you decide to board
that travelator up through the trap door?
That sensation of irrational guilt that you get
when you don’t fuel your day by pounding your head on cement.
Carve little castles from the wax that builds up that you can’t
separate yourself from no matter the time that you spend
talking to your friends, tossing in pocket change and closing your
eyes, wringing your hands, hoping it’ll somehow form a stent or
passageway allowing evening traffic to move through,
no questions asked, no questions left,
no whys to wonder, split in half.
That frequency’s louder than ever before.
You’ve got a fiery energy,
but whatcha yellin’ at me for?
If you’re feeling how you feel
could you not feel anymore
and go when you decide to board
that travelator up through the trap door?
credits
from Swim Out Past The Breakers,
released August 20, 2021
Daniel Radin and Amy Hoffman tag-team the final chorus of this song! They're both in the incredible bummer pop band Future Teens! And Daniel also does solo stuff under the moniker Lake Saint Daniel! Checkumout!
