Lucid Degrees of Autoscopic Ruin

The Last Star of Amastris

This recording dates back to about 2013, and I’m almost positive I’ve never posted it anywhere. It’s on the verge of getting a reboot, so I figured what the H?
It’s worth noting that this is one of the first 4 or 5 things I ever played drums on.
K, go!

Lucid Degrees of Autoscopic Ruin

This is one of those days;
I wake up again and again and again.
Shuffling around in the black,
I forget about coughing.

I remember reaching out
to touch the anchor.
It melts to ribbons in my hand.

Piano chords trickle down the hall,
each note a strain,
like blood soaked cellophane.

Hard wired into water walls,
she whispers the sequence over the phone.
I get out of the car.
Escape is a wave of silk and clay.

Throughout and backward, it’s always the same;
A river runs through you and I drown in it.
This time I go out with the tide.
That sickly soap will not rinse away.

I become a baroness, trapped in my own womb
with vulgar memories of commonness.
I try to attain as much as will not paint me rude.
Clouds fall in on me.

The photos are of funeral smiles.
Everyone I’ve ever known is there.
They watch as I fall out the door,
as if I’m a stranger.

©2018 Packard Black Productions
Written, performed, and recorded by Rain Fice circa 2013.