cobalt

SAMPLE LYRIC from upcoming TOMBSTONE TEETH album.

ROPE

I ride trains that run faster than death.
I tango to trumpets that echo in underground tubes,
trampled studio subways, tympanums beneath the earth.
I wring my fingers through locks of blond tangled hair.
Trapezoid, criminal, urchin,
you and you and you and the other you
cant escape this catacomb.
Currents hang, lap, swish, swirl and merge to cold phases of city moons.
100 men kiss 100 women on every corner of 8th Avenue.
Plastic Hummingbirds. Double Decker Tourist Buses. Broken Roses. Homeless
Pigeons.
In the breaks of the Hudson, a drowned woman undulates on the crest of a
frothy wave.
Floating out to sea. Unidentified. Cloned.