Track Insight / Lyrics
I hang where the voltage hums low
Kudzu climbs the transformer below
Sunlight fractures through my blue glaze
Painting gospels on the overgrown maze
Backyard prism, holy and cracked
Throwing rainbows on the rusted track
Altos rise in the heat-hazed air
Half-remembered hymns stripped bare
Oil slick shimmers in the dented can
Spiderwebs map the forgotten plan
My insulator skirt holds the line
While the workshop rots in pine and vine
Backyard prism, holy and cracked
Throwing rainbows on the rusted track
Altos rise in the heat-hazed air
Half-remembered hymns stripped bare
Telecaster twang from the open door
Arpeggios spill on the splintered floor
I catch each note in my glass throat
Refract the sound like a votive note
Backyard prism, holy and cracked
Throwing rainbows on the rusted track
Altos rise in the heat-hazed air
Half-remembered hymns stripped bare
No congregation, just the crow
No stained glass, just the sunset glow
But I sing the way the altos taught
Breath made visible, distortion wrought
Evening pulls the long blue shade
Kudzu drinks the last light made
I still hang, a priest of wire
Casting choir on the tangled briar
Backyard prism, holy and cracked
Throwing rainbows on the rusted track
Altos rise in the heat-hazed air
Half-remembered hymns stripped bare
Ceramic ribs catch evening
Copper spine sings without words
