we sit and stare at some distant coordinates,
the firey, ordinant sublime.
disposing ourselves between backhanded compliments,
speaking in tongues of design.
we're speaking in tongues of design.
stargazers approach a midnight ritual,
devoured victuals abound.
while would be messiahs shout straight from the pulpits,
lying on embers of sound,
lying on embers of sound.
We left our voices by the muddy waters
of the sacrificial plan
we measured our discretion by drops of tension
when I finally touched your skin.
I could be wrong -- like time and time again,
but it's long, long gone -- I rolled up the master plan.
She showed up over the city skyline,
looking for affection or ease,
and I'm the proud new recipient of the modern layman's dream.
Yeah, i'm the proud new recipient of the modern layman's dream.
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023