Wow! The weather has been amazing this week. It is full of shine! It is tattoos of birds exposed, wings spread to collar bones, talons clutching at ribs, kind of weather.
It's as hot as the girl with black eyeliner who doesn't know you exist.
A few years back Greville and the Tombstones wrote what was the alt-gothic summer anthem of the year. No One Hates Me More Than Me. This recent weather has been the inspiration to write the second great summer alt-gothic anthem.
This is the bangin' boss tune the alt-gothic kids will be drinking to at evening BBQ's and in the Magaluf this summer. Almost certainly. If someone puts a bloc rockin beat to it on a Casio.
This is:
The Magnificent Teardrop
Slipping down the face
Of loss
It becomes grief
Of hurt
It becomes torture
Of God
It becomes a thief
Trailing down a cheek
Of a girl
It becomes glass
Of a boy
It becomes sand
Of youth
A charm in the past
And you know
I see it magnified
In a teardrop
Clear, as a mountaintop
A diamond in the sunrise
Light’s reflection in the night
Falling from the face
Of remorse
It becomes pity
Of regret
Water’s quiet edge
Of faith
It becomes a cage
And you know
I see it magnified
In a teardrop
A focus on your beauty
Cross-hairs track
So slowly
Down wet skin
So gently
Golden angel’s breath
So coldly
On the winter moor
