Recently
the world is like a treadmill:
if I'm not running fast enough then I fall
and break my head open.
Living dangerously!
...And yet...
this on-the-border life also holds the particular beauty
of continuously being just one sigh apart from an orgasm.
Pain is so close to pleasure.
When the Repave was released, in 2013.,
I was not Vernon's fan because his work with Bon Iver
felt too pretentious and poser-like
but Volcano Choir has completely thrilled me.
Today a friend reminded me of a recent listening through
new Lambchop album
(The December-ish you is a fcukin masterpiece!),
and to remember Volcano Choir was just a tiny step
forward.
Repave is growing old so nicely
and Comrade
my wonderful favorite
is lovely and lovelier
than in 2013.
Everything in it is
wonderful;
Auditory abundance
Vernon's jagged lyricism
Rhythm of coitus mixed
with the context of military and of brotherhood...
* * *
They say you ain't a
comrade
Still, I'd know you'd come
back
For a folly-ridden Romeo,
you break down a fortress now Standing out in public Stained with your
conscience
I know that you love me
You are just lawless, son
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