The Dartboard from The Dartboard by Carseat
There was this one nightmare vision [not really a dream, I was in and out of sleep when I had it] that I kept having as a kid where there would be a golden dartboard hanging on a wall in a small dark room that I knew was cursed in some way, kind of like a Horcrux in Harry Potter. During the dream, I could feel my body melt and warp from whatever was emulating from the dartboard until I woke up in terror, almost screaming sometimes. My dad would run in and ask if I was okay, then would make me take a walk with him to get some water downstairs and talk for a bit. That's honestly one of my fondest memories of him, but it's interesting because it's in such horrible context. I didn't remember very much of any music that was playing during the vision, but I remember hearing horrible syrupy drones. I chose to make the song a little more melancholy than scary, like I'm giving up. This is probably the saddest song I've written so far, because, from the way I perceive it, it's the start of a very long and painful mental health journey.
Tracklist
| 6. | The Dartboard | 4:17 |
Lyrics
The dartboard, golden, whispers deafness into my premature fears
The armadillo arch-glued in pain
Turning in my skin
It churns and melts my timpanis into wax clogged in
Drenched origami in the mud
And I’m curled up
My conscious cartwheeling in film etched in blank eyelids
I’m foolish to dream
Gyratory ants shut the night light off
Warbled, morphing
Honey, won’t you come down
Come down and get a glass of water with me
Small tarsals crackle down the stairs
The water twirls down
A Taurus sitting in a plastic cup [there's no need to fall asleep]
I swallow the sound out
But it’s nesting in cavities opening flood gates in my brain
Although it hurts me, amygdalae will always win in my genes
And it’s held me, dread in fear of those macabre eyes in the grain
Never relenting or letting my childhood sleep
Warbled, morphing
Credits
Mixed by Olivia Monarch
