new nightmares by Talons'

released February 21, 2021

Morning (again) in America:

When I woke up, it was 2021
The last of my Classic American Apparel T-Shirts is falling apart
Now even my soul has a mask on,
some armor scarring over my emotional core.
So much so that I'm not sure what's going on in there anymore.

Everyday I'm getting weirder.
When this is over, I'm not sure how much I'm coming back.

Vampire:

Writing a song called "new nightmares"
about my COVID dreams.
Suddenly, I'm in the back of an ALDI,
between the meat, the fake meat and the gluten-free.
I gasp and cover my face and try to find my way out.
But there's no escape.

There's no escape from this.

Black Square:

I wrote off this year too fast.
Two weeks into lockdown and I raised my flag.
That is time that I can't get back.
Hiding out online, trying not to connect.

Magnolia fell on the broken hot tub.
If there's a god, he's been beating us the fuck up.
And I know we are the luckiest ones.

What a good year for selfishness.
Turn in
Turn in
Turn in
I guess that's how I've always been-
never ask for help so it's no surprise when I'm not there.

black square

Sidechain:

The power's out but the moon is full.
And it's the only light in the neighborhood.

I still see beauty but there used to be more-
Some deeper meaning to things like this, some poetry.
But now there is calm in the emptiness,
without the need to make art out of everything.

The trees weep.
The limbs bend and bow and break.
Though the sounds are small-
absorbed into the drifts- they shake me.

And I'm out here because I don't know what to do.
Up again at 3AM, don't know what to do.
Out pushing snow around, fuckin' don't know what to do.

But I've gotta get the car off the street so the plows can get through.

Forgive:

I don't know how to forgive anyone who's taken a trip
for fun
in the last 6 months.

I don't think I can forgive anyone who voted for Trump
the last time,
and I know that's a lot of "not forgiving"
when I've been trying to let things go
to keep from losing my shit.
But I'm so mad when I let myself stop and think about everything.

Everyday:

I've been living in an emergency since March (of last year)
and every week, there's another thing
that pushes me to the edge of falling apart.
But there's no recovery, I just keep moving the line.
And now my head is stuffed with gauze.
Who am I? What am I? What am I?
Everyday

One Hope:

It's been snowing for 18 hours, there's limbs falling all over the yard.
The power's out, the house is cold.
In these times, where can we even go?
Where can we go?
Where can we even go from here?
Where can we?

And my one hope is that the worst year of my life is ending
and not about to start.

Darkness:

I'm somewhere out in the darkness now.
I don't know how long I've been holding the power button down...