Said she and he were supposed to be
a caduceus, not a crucifix.
Identity is so lonely.
Will I live with it
or abandon it?
I know I'll leave my home.
I know I'm on my own.
(Leave alone.)
Maybe someday I will find you.
Will you never come home?
Did he or she pretend everything,
or was it an accident? Now they're back again.
Did he ever intend to undo what she mended?
How long, how long must we go on?
We can, we can't go on anymore.
(Leave alone.)
Maybe someday I will find you.
Will you never come home?
Won't you ever come home?
Never never come home.
A lover is Narcissus, necessarily.
That's why to love is to be--
I mean, to be lonely.
Oh how I hate to be a vanity
enabling a love
of one with her reflection.
My love, I must go.
Love, I must go
I must go
I must go on.
(Leave alone.)
Maybe someday I will find you.
Will you never come home?
Never never come home.
Spring Cell is Monarcadia and Young Hound, two poets on a quest for meaning, love, the abyss--adventuring wizards seeking beauty in kaleidoscopes and space. Our second album & recorded on an iPhone. Monarcadia
Spring Cell is Monarcadia and Young Hound, two poet-wizards blasting through the cosmos in their schizophrenic circus of a brotherhood. Our 1st & narrative album. Recorded stream-of-consciousness. Monarcadia
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016