Ten past midnight:
I put some coffee on,
leave on the kitchen light,
and step out for a walk.
The lot is nearly empty.
I shut down at the edge of the block.
Lights droning with suicidal insects.
Go back inside and turn the lock.
It's sugar for sugar
and salt for salt;
if I go down in the floodlight tonight,
it's gonna be my own fault.
I'm in awe of the stories Eric tells with such an economy of words here. The magnificent arrangements and weighty vocals, which seem always about to fade into sigh or groan, also help. Harrison Lemke
I made a video game, and this is the soundtrack by my Casiotone guitar pop / ambient / experimental music project. That's a weird digression but sometimes life is like that. Harrison Lemke