Wet Room from Thaw by Squalloscope

going nowhere for now
gladly, timelessly drowning the days in a bucket
open mouthed under the spigot
melting seconds into minutes
into hours, wrinkly digits
crouched down, searching the thickets
for the new you new me
old skin new memory
rubbed raw scrubbed clean
so very here, here, here

water down all my harsh edges
wild at heart and soft in spirit
loudly howling, so complicit
in what’s washed and fresh and wicked
proudly allowed to lividly live it
poor in money, still the richest
down the drain i go, bitches
for the new you new me
old skin new memory
rubbed raw scrubbed clean
so very here, here, here

• Experimental
• electronic
• experimental folk
• lyrics
• singer-songwriter
• Vienna