industrial park
west of the city
all lit up in the dark
empty and inviting
i hesitate
taking in the sight
it feels like coming home
every single time
pressed against the glass
i imagine you're still working
face glowing blue
hypnotised by a spreadsheet
tomorrow
will you notice
the foggy aura of my hand print?
heavy and severe
silos in the moonlight
dreaming in the ghosts
discarded by the daytime shift
the grit and cigarette butts
record my path
to the workshop
and it's here i am reversed
the stick books
piled neatly in the lunch room
by the plastic forks and sugar packets
i turn around
there's just one more place to go
at the loading dock
on a palette of cement bags
i pass myself asleep
in a filthy red jumper
and ancient jeans
A home recorded EP of gauzy and melodic grunge expands the definition of the genre the with layers of sound, synths, and atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 3, 2022