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Death Kids of the Cuyahoga Valley

from Orchard EP by The Monologue Bombs

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Lorain Road, how it could lay us low
We'd race sundown through the valley
Stars above, an infinite scroll
And we'd scream into the median
As Elijah made his dad's car lunge and swerve
With dark lands & strange ways & the head on the door
Moaning back who we were, we were

Tripped-up and tangled under gossamer skies
Every God-forsaken Friday night
The sorrow gets synthesized
On a black-streaked sugar high

Beads clicking under stadium lights
Mock processions, autumnal rites
Ann says, “hold yourself tight if no one else will--
And no one else will”
So we'd roost in some pavilion until curfew came
Duck away from the cops and sway in the rain
And swear on the Necronomicon that come commencement day
We would commence to get away

Tripped-up and tangled under gossamer skies
Every soul-sucking Saturday night
The sorrow gets synthesized
On a black-streaked sugar high

Faces pale and burning, thrust up into the falling snow
Shivering vandals, too nestled to know
Smoking cloves on the swing sets, jumping hedges through the back roads
Oblivious to the oncoming cold
It's a cold more persistent than any on the North Coast

Shot of Elijah in a jeep, top down
Newly wed and crunching numbers out in Portland town
A clip of Ann out in Boston clowning with her baby girl
Two distant worlds

On the roof of my apartment here on Lorain Road
I'm drinking with my tape deck as down below
Death kids start shuffling toward the promenade
I toast them all as the sun slips away

Tripped-up and tangled under gossamer skies
Just rehearsal for the rest of our lives
And the black-streaked sugar high
Fades a little every Sunday night
Fading out of earshot and sight

credits

from Orchard EP, released August 28, 2020
Scott Phillips: vocals, guitar, accordion, Nord
Matt Douglas: beats, guitar, bass
Rachel Kiel: vocals, flute
Anne Polesnak: cello
Chip Crell: harmonica
Written by Scott Phillips
Produced and mixed by Matt Douglas at The Shed
Mastered by Greg Elkins at Pershing Hill Sound
Copyright 2020 Job or No Job Music

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Solo music project of Scott David Phillips. Raleigh, North Carolina.

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