Mama, Mama, help me, I’m drowning in dust
Wake up scout there’s something smoking in the trees
So her fingers ran away with themselves
The city screams and my echoes dream
Only echoes when I call to you
[send me ‘hi’ and I’ll shuffle my playlist and write down the first lyric of the five songs that come up and give it to you as a poem]
(songs: The Brother Brothers – Ocean’s Daughter, Dietrich Strause – Jean Louise, Bastille – Oil on Water, Saint Raymond – Carry Her Home, Darlingside – Only Echoes)
this… would sound terrible as a poem but thematically it worked out weirdly well
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