Nothing I could have said would have done the moment any justice.
My friends wait down the hall, laugh and it reverberates in my skull —
so heavy now, with shit they wouldn’t even dream of being into.
Hanging after the show, on the sidewalk, hand around my throat.
I ask you why I’d ever try to do this with my life,
and down the street, I hear the cymbals from the the next band
banging on their drum kit,
touring from Oklahoma, and getting up to fun shit, from the look of it.
I swore I wouldn’t be one of those people
strung out on the crowd and their attention
when they’re clapping for the next band coming on now.
I sneak out back and I whisper my mantra.
Breath in, they’re not listening.
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