It Gleams

You awake to a dream that already ended,
The moment your mind gave in to sleep,
Call it a fruitless quest,
Wonder what you’ve got left to reap.

Sing Saturdays and all the things in the yard,
Hoses, mowers and dreams,
Look at the colours and how they flow,
And say, “Look it gleams, it gleams.”

You walk now in a room that changes,
From the entrance to when you leave,
Call it a sad, sad fate,
Wonder why you’ve become bereaved.

Sing Saturdays and all the things in the yard,
Hoses, mowers and dreams,
Look at the colours and how they flow,
And say, “Look it gleams, it gleams.”

You feel on the cusp on something changing,
Say, “It’s all happening around me,
“A tender girl has come and shaken me,
“And things are steady, steady . . .

“What to do? Oh, I’ll . . .”

Sing Saturdays and all the things in the yard,
Hoses, mowers and dreams,
Look at the colours and how they flow,
And say, “Look it gleams, it gleams.”

Written in: 2008, 2013

Appeared on: The Now Disgraced’s A Vong Ai! (2013)

Influences and inspiration: Nostalgia, self-realisation, Slint’s Don Aman.

Notes: This was recorded as a song in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. The track was later used in a mini-documentary produced by The Phnom Penh Post.

Listening to this song makes we want to sleep.

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