Plainclothes - Cymbals Eat Guitars

There was a man who killed a state trooper

And drove his pickup truck to Belmar

And slept in a beach house

A dream of the day

When two protons collide

Everything everything changes

When i drive with floodplains on either side of me

And in the back seat my friends point out egrets' nests

High on the telephone poles

Friends fuck each other in the guest room

I feel the ghost of all the parties still happening

Right on this very spot that I am standing

Kids are blissing in the spare room

Light years away

The drug store smilers tower ten feet tall

Over a maze of abandoned cars

Their canceled eyes show through the holes in their sphinx masks

I scramble to the dunes to puke under the pale moon

It is initiation season

So watch out for the cars with no lights on

If you flash them they will swing aroung

And follow you home

And in the lamp light living room

A Portal gently pulls at all the shit that you own

What a relief it is to laugh like this years later

Through tears at someone’s kitchen table

Feeling the full weight of all that dark energy

Because there’s matter and there’s legion else

Unobservable scaffolding for planets and stars

Dry mushrooms taste a lot like communion wafers

To see cathedral ships behind the Bucks County sky when I was thirteen

My man’s in a hallucination reverie

He says that there was a man who went and murdered a plainclothes

But he drove so far away from Belmar

Because all of the people there hung glow in the dark masks

On every single screen door

A crown vic in the rear view, oh my god