Van Stanley

Here’s a real sinister one.

LYRICS:

Harbinger, apropos of nothing.
A human heart does not a lover make.
Hold your breath like you hold the wheel.
Does the honesty excite you still?

A clinical-list biographic.
A broken rib wrapped in attic tapes.
Turn your cheek like you turn the key.
Cloud the thought that will not leave.

Oh, how the sky, how it blushes,
how it’s blushing out the door for you.
Oh, how the sun, how it licks,
how it’s licking off its plate for you.

Whatever it was, curosity killed it
& the cat’s meow, for the cheap cheap trick of it.
Oh, whatever it was, it was diminished
when we shot the chapeaux to show no genius in it.

Oh, like a dream, you know,
how dreams, they go…
Oh, like a wave, how it takes you & it rolls you up.

Harbinger apropos of nothing.
A human heart does not a lover make.
Take your time like you take your fill.
Does the honesty excite you still?

An engine whip. A horse with no rider.
A pendulum swing trims the night air.
Hide your desires like you hide your teeth.
Cloud the thought that will not leave you, no.

[edit: appended lyrics, for personal ref — hah!]

like a curling finger
how it’s beckoning, it’s beckoning
it’s beckoning, won’t you stay? & lay
upon the gravel & forget how even now
the lonely road is crowded, even now