Low Moon by Eli Barnes

Clear moon hung low over the downtown
Promise the sacred is kept intact
Despite the floaters I sink into a soft gaze
Allow me to hide away from all felt traces of
Garmonbozia

Clear moon hung low over the downtown
Lowbound alarm zipped on by
A fast reminder and a cruel rejoinder
Something to be filed away in glass casing of
Stained harmoniae

Oh the unhinged the unbearable threat
Oh the unhinged the unbearable threat
There is no time to see the infinity in his eyes

Clear moon hung low over the downtown
Lowbound goners drift on by
Time to sequester and I turn back to the flat haze
And as I walk away I'm swallowed back inside
This chained emporium

• Rock
• bedroom rock
• experimental rock
• instrumental rock guitar
• Oakland