TUNES // Bad Bad Hats – Nothing Gets Me High

Post by Misha

When we were young we sat on the bottom of the swimming pool, resisted the urge to float, the physics, the anatomy of it. We stayed so long that our toes webbed and we grew gills. Now we dig at the tiled floor with softened fingernails trying to go deeper, get at the dirt underneath, desperate for the rare and truly inescapable.

Deadpan guitar floats out of reach in waterily refracted clouds, but the real taunt is the throb of emotion coming from deep underground. Under the smooth ceramic which has no purchase. But these moments spent in the borrowed time of an exhale feel like heaven.

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