Puro Instinct — Headbangers In Ecstasy
Turquoise sonic and padded melodies like e-mails like moss gardens like death petals make you feel when you don’t care.
We dance when everyone is looking at something else and time doesn’t pass and nothing feels like everything.
You decide on organic rainbows for a potential note and fog as a setting.
You hide in distortion and touch soft textures to your skin.
You throw me into jargoned blossom drone and glittered badlands in suburban slums with
cocteau twins and vapor girls with L.A. hair and siouxsie siouxsie siouxsie is everywhere.
Went to a big museum with the dream all over and hungover, silky eyes and there were
thousands of things to look and gawk pigeon.
You hid a white rabbit under your faux fur jacket.
You were thinking about pink vinyl and prisms.
I was only interested in headphones and the hole in the back of your wing.
This article originally appeared in Volume 31, Issue 24, published March 7, 2011.
