I prune the ivy by the rail
Where the summer breezes sail
My Hedera helix climbs high
Underneath a purple sky
I found a plastic case of brown
Hidden where the rain comes down
A worn cassette from years ago
Watching all the city glow
Spin the reel and let it play
Turn the grey skies into day
Magnetic tape in a shell
Stories only plastic tell
The soil is rich and dark and deep
While the tired rooftops sleep
I touch the tape with steady hand
Listening to a distant land
Spin the reel and let it play
Turn the grey skies into day
Magnetic tape in a shell
Stories only plastic tell
Slow the motor, feel the drag
Like a heavy velvet flag
Syllables that bend and sway
In a soulful, vintage way
The Monstera leaves are wide and green
The cleanest air I've ever seen
I hear a voice from forty-four
Knocking on a wooden door
I plant the seeds in terracotta
Warm like a summer street in quota
The music hums a low refrain
Washing off the city stain
Spin the reel and let it play
Turn the grey skies into day
Magnetic tape in a shell
Stories only plastic tell
Just a ribbon in the wind
Where the old memories begin
Keep it spinning slow.
