And The Backs Of My Eyes Hum With Things I’ve Never Done

I never did get around to posting that short update about Halloween. And here it is, almost Christmas. My life is way too damn busy to blog. And I like it that way. It’s how 23 is supposed to be. Anyway, I was a lightning bug. It was awesome and meticulous and high-tech. And it took less than a day and cost $30. That is all you need to know.

Now on to the real purpose of this post. It was actually meant to be the emphatic expression of my love for this song: Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face

Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one

And the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass
Was never much, but we made the most

Welcome Home

Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names, but most do not
If you find one, please, let me know what piece I’ve lost

Peel the scars from off my back
I don’t need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars

I’ve come home

All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don’t let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head’s splitting at the seams
And I don’t know if I can…

Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs, press into my skin again

Brilliant. There’s recently been a vacuum of new music in my life. Radical Face fixed that and now all is well once again. Their one and only album, Ghost, was released in 2007 and I have no idea how it eluded me for so long but now I’ve found it and that’s all that matters. There’s also an EP maybe? I don’t know, I haven’t really investigated further. Ghost is captivatingly sufficient for right now.

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