If I was good, would you stick around?
Would you set your hackles down?
Blazing through the interstate,
Feel your hand on my face,
headlights bleeding out.
I want to be the flock before dawn.
The small bird muscles on, commonly.
I want to scream, and let it all out,
be the storm that wrecks the cloud, unfaltering.
Half-myself on the interstate,
the rain hits the wiper blades relentlessly
If I was good, would I swallow my pride?
Take you in the slanting light…
I want to be the best thing you’ve found,
the penny on the ground, sparkling.
I wanna scream, want not make a sound.
Be the sky, the earth, the crowning sun from behind me.
Warming us commonly.
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022