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Endgame

by National Pleasure

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Came fall we drank
The listless rain
Scurved all the way down our soggy brain
The world unbound in hurricane

And summer’d swum in honeyed trees
Afire with ants and prickly fleas
And a swerving cloud of sodden bees
Came down to kiss our brittle knees

Then winter brought us mops and brooms
And rats ascuttle in attic rooms
We stayed in bed and talked til noon.

I don’t remember much the spring.
The cruelest month is what it sings.
The greening hurts and then it brings
An iris bloom, a blossom wing
A purple tongue, to announce a king
But all that iris feels is sting.

And what it claims
Is who it blames
And when it beams
Is why it screams.

And when the beam
Says who’s to claim
Then what’s the scream
When none’s to blame…

But you.
So why?
Why you?
Takes two
Folks to
Make you,
And one folk to die
Is why.
So that then
And only then
This tilt-a-worldly
World-awhirl
Can end.
But when?

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released June 9, 2020
Lyrics: Charlie Scott
Vocals, Clarinet, Guitar: Erin Rodgers
Bass, Rhodes, Violin: Steven Higginbotham
Produced by: Josh Applebee
© A Zestier Grin Beholder (ASCAP) / ℗ Glitter Milk Records

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Contemplative indie clarinetist brings her friends to the studio.

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