Almost missed this week's deadline! My neighbor's dogs wouldn't stop barking every time I tried to record. They sound like what can be best described as two people in an argument with clarinets stuck in their throats. This tune: There was a street in North Adams that had some pretty massive potholes that exposed the cobblestones from a distant past. They reappeared in a dream the other night and managed to creep into this week's lyrics before the rest of the dream was lost to the morning lucidity. Thanks again for following along! Enjoy the dogs. Neon Bleeds Potholes expose A layer of cobblestones Cast in the shadow Forged in the streetlights glow Away from the scene Where the neon bleeds The steep and the narrow Black nighthawk and sparrow Lost in the wander Crawled out from under Alone as a hunter With no quiver or bow Back in a dream A flicker it seems Was lost and has left me alone
A couple dapper barking clarinets.
Neon Bleeds