Continental Slide from Angels' Abacus by Emily Bezar

the red road dust slowly floats away
I can still see your metallic grey
oh God, don't let me forget this day
like steady free agents and sticky bees
we plan our revival with chains and thieves
some of us grow here on our knees
like weeds

we're two lines, broken in the tracks
up to Rotterdam
we're old vines and I'm the wood
you cut away
you may find
someone new to love you
for these ending times
but no matter how far this continent slides
nothing can swallow what it divides
we are in for a long long long ride

I remember summer turning into fall
but what you said before you left,
I can't recall
strange how the radio static played
through it all
of all the things you are
you are in way too deep
and I am like a broker
trading dreams for cheap
they say we are made of the give-away
not the keep

we're two lines, broken in the tracks
up to Rotterdam
we're old vines and I'm the wood
you cut away
you may find
someone new to love you
for these ending times
but no matter how far this continent slides
nothing can swallow what it divides
we are in for a long long long ride

• Jazz
• Jazz Fusion
• electronic
• opera
• progressive rock
• singer-songwriter
• United States