Mercy in Paint

jm: guitar, singing
bam: guitar, singing, faux hippie

bam's guitar: plink, plink
jm: do it, it's being recorded
bam: SHUT UP!
jm: it's being recorded, do your sound
bam: [pplink, pplink] oh it's different
jm: you ruined it.
bam: shit. well, that's moment's over
jm: it's gone

darius winged his way home from inside
petals or icicles, greenish or not
went through his eyes to my mind in a thought
pencil in truth and the meaning gets clear

but are you sure
trespassing into her bed again
are you sure
mercy in paint from the beyond

[backwards flute]

several competing reminders were sent
glad to be curved and not harsh to the touch
focusing backwards to feel like you're frozen
purposely cancelling anything warm