if i need to breathe i will
if i had some time to kill
i’d paint your brother here
just as he is
slipping through your arms
you slur, “Los Angeles”
cut your teeth on vapid love
nourishing as the thought of peace
in a winter trench
by the river Somme
you speak in low, hushed tones
and ramble on about
the things you know
you’ve become the tired likeness
of your mother’s love
without the nurturing touch
your bloodhounds comb the night
your mortar’s taking flight
you’re marching single file
right through my square
singing, “hallelujah”
you swung your bayonet
with a martyr hanging
from your neck
you were a song
in the Sunday choir
a voice in the reeds
drifting west
that humid summer day
butchered any real memory
as they washed your sins away
and wet your hair to bible black
your death, decaying smile
god, I wish you’d just stay a while
I thought we spend the night
pulling frequency
from the western front
i want see them made
before they were ashamed
crawling up the city streets
Adam and Eve sweating out the drugs
howitzer shakes the ground
fragments shatter light and bone
i dreamt you were in bed
and caught my ghost
slipping through your chest
your atrium collapsed
reticulated steps
that led to where you slept
went stretching out
looking for a room
a whimpering howl comes out
as hell comes raining down
reduced to pawing floors
and patient trust
sweet malamute
and while snow covers us
from inside your father’s truck
voices through FM waves
tell us to run
and wish us luck
a peaceful, dark place
a little air to breathe
a corner of the world
that’s all we’re looking for
credits
from a peaceful, dark place,
released March 17, 2016
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Scott Goodrich at Nu Tone Studios in Pittsburg, CA
Composer, artist, and 12k label founder Taylor Deupree collaborates with Joseph Branciforte to reimagine his own seminal album. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2024
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs