Moon
Skirmish: Moon (@44nifty)
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Liner Notes
Lyrics
I awake, sweat_fevered at the perishing of woe-be-tidal tricks : Moon, so full on as to sing and shout it, lubricate His own eclipse, as the rogue Quadrophenia ingest our airs, caress our saline lips ; leaving Keith to summon us aboard and drum us madly 'cross The Sticks
Comments
The concept is impressive. Tracking between a rock band, cosmic forces, and the meaning of mortality.
My favorite phrase here is "saline lips" because I can imagine it meaning several things, all intriguing. I think the reading I like best is wet with tears.