The Apocalypse of Childhood Homes by Thrill Village Lyrics
Some white deep cuts into suburban sleep
Ignorant to the darker shades
Bored to a neon world
Back when I tasted light in the most brilliant shapes
Scattered about the rooms of the house
Where I collect no dust
Rushing from new world to the next as a disco-napping housepet
Where derelict magic resents an amazing mystery
A hex descends upon housepet
I wept and wilt in a spectrum of love
Where I am not in our fairy-tale
I’m feeble in the hands of the future
I am numbered slaughtered sheep
I am a fable I tell myself to fall asleep
I pray to be ignored by the wraith at my headboard
Bitten by lite brite pegs for teeth
Scry 8 ball magic fluid leaks
I sink or melt into the carpet
Hypnotized by tape and tv static
I'm the king in my plastic daydreams
I'm rushing to put on a costume
Left in the plastic house in the basement
I hope no one sees me there
Summer days at the window I watched birds drip in rain
Lost alone in a youthful fog
What sleeps in the background of the family photograph is
Wrapped into scrapbooks, our only way to remember
Dry-rot pushes back against cold dead earth
Try to decay with age so we won’t be in our fairy-tale
Where I taped over a multiverse of just us
I taped over our multiverse:
Endless dead worlds and can never grow old
Don't say you have no time
Don't patronize me still
Time whirrs so loud at night
Time took the family dog
He won't laugh with me when I'm old
I was broken across the wheel
“Some of our years wall to wall with wonder
In spite of the absence
We had that”
A collage of not returning
Dying leaves stuck to chain-link fence, everything in the proper place, and I'm
Rotting beneath the steps
Seethe for you and filtered through
A place where I can't sew myself to the past
No more spells in a dying wish we’ve never had
I’m to rot ‘neath the steps
We’ll always have that
We had that
Ignorant to the darker shades
Bored to a neon world
Back when I tasted light in the most brilliant shapes
Scattered about the rooms of the house
Where I collect no dust
Rushing from new world to the next as a disco-napping housepet
Where derelict magic resents an amazing mystery
A hex descends upon housepet
I wept and wilt in a spectrum of love
Where I am not in our fairy-tale
I’m feeble in the hands of the future
I am numbered slaughtered sheep
I am a fable I tell myself to fall asleep
I pray to be ignored by the wraith at my headboard
Bitten by lite brite pegs for teeth
Scry 8 ball magic fluid leaks
I sink or melt into the carpet
Hypnotized by tape and tv static
I'm the king in my plastic daydreams
I'm rushing to put on a costume
Left in the plastic house in the basement
I hope no one sees me there
Summer days at the window I watched birds drip in rain
Lost alone in a youthful fog
What sleeps in the background of the family photograph is
Wrapped into scrapbooks, our only way to remember
Dry-rot pushes back against cold dead earth
Try to decay with age so we won’t be in our fairy-tale
Where I taped over a multiverse of just us
I taped over our multiverse:
Endless dead worlds and can never grow old
Don't say you have no time
Don't patronize me still
Time whirrs so loud at night
Time took the family dog
He won't laugh with me when I'm old
I was broken across the wheel
“Some of our years wall to wall with wonder
In spite of the absence
We had that”
A collage of not returning
Dying leaves stuck to chain-link fence, everything in the proper place, and I'm
Rotting beneath the steps
Seethe for you and filtered through
A place where I can't sew myself to the past
No more spells in a dying wish we’ve never had
I’m to rot ‘neath the steps
We’ll always have that
We had that