red blinking lights, the communication zone
reaches out to the horizon
oh, to be forever stationed
at the same point while the Earth changes
the rubble, dirt, and grime, built up over time,
towering high, the garbage heap
TVs, CRTs, pictures, DVDs
anything you like, the garbage heap
the flowers, wind, the air, the lighthouse, comfort
hold onto it, the garbage heap
a flash within the void, a speck to be destroyed,
just pass it by, the garbage heap
(above me i can see it)
behind us
behind us
the final landmark is behind us
approaching
the end of the road
the wasteland waits for me at the edge
surely
surely i'll find what i'm looking for
the wasteland...
can you see it too?
all the world is
broken
flowers shrivel up
in the moonlight
the Earth lays bare
no hiding from its dark side
cold chaos spinning, round and round
(let me into the darkness)
why didn't i see
(let me into the darkness)
what i wanted
(let me into the darkness)
is the world this barren
(let me into the darkness)
but at the end now
i look backward
towers, paths, flowers, sun, street, cats
the whole damn world is priceless
can you see it too?
Experimental pop artist and WFMU radio personality Abbie from Mars re-introduces herself on this playful, idiosyncratic album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2022