Lucid Degrees of Autoscopic Ruin

The Last Star of Amastris

Track 3 of 4, from Uncle Woe’s sophomore LP, Phantomescence
Released 23/10/2020
© 2020 Packard Black Productions
All Rights Reserved

Written by Rain Fice
Performed and recorded by Rain Fice and Nicholas Wowk, April to July, 2020.
Artwork by Rain Fice

Available for purchase in many fine formats https://unclewoe.bandcamp.com/album/phantomescence

LUCID DEGREES OF AUTOSCOPIC RUIN:
This is one of those days.
I wake up again and again and again.
Shuffling around in the back,
forget I’m out walking
but 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
of 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.