Wonderful soundscape and mix... mellow and uneasy

Like this even more than the last time, good song!

a salute to your lyrical creativity--it's really cool how you go way outside the usual;  your vocal delivery on this and others reminds me of Jay Farrar (Uncle Tupelo, Son Volt)

You get tired, we all do
Run down from morning to sundown
Sometimes we need to
relax, 
but in a kick-ass, twin axe kind of way.  

Douse the sparking wire,
encasing it in jello
Shock therapy of calmness,
what I call Turbomellow
					
You get tired, we all do
Feeling half-alive but in overdrive
Sometimes we need to
relax,
in a super-fruitful kind of neutral.

Close your blinds,
fluff the pillow,
set your alarm
to Turbomellow

What I envision is
turbomellow fortresses
where the weary are immersed
in an Eno soundtrack universe
And when you’re ready to emerge,
rested and resurgent,
we’ll be here to say hello
‘Til then, just be 
turbomellow

Turbomellow

Before the entrance to the pub stands a doorkeeper.  Inside the pub a small crowd has gathered:  Lou Reed, Jonathan Richman and Mark Eitzel, Morrissey, Robert Pollard, Paul Westerberg and the elusive Don Lennon, the smart men from Wire and the surly Philip Larkin, Paddy McAloon, the good folks of Underworld and Yo La Tengo, Grant McLennan and Robert Forster, Ian Curtis and Lisa Germano, Annika Norlin, Stew, Mark E. Smith, Babybird, Rilke, and still others.  To this doorkeeper comes Marshmallow Fortresses, who prays for admittance.  The doorkeeper thinks it over for a moment, then answers, “Not now.”  
	Many days and years pass.  The pub door is always open, and through it he hears one miraculous song after another.  Marshmallow Fortresses repeatedly asks to enter so that he may  commune with his heroes, but the doorkeeper always responds in the same indifferent manner: “Not now.”  
	In time Marshmallow Fortresses grows old and his hearing begins to fail.  He gestures to the doorkeeper, who curtly asks, “What is it this time?”  In a creaky whisper, Marshmallow Fortresses observes, “How does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has begged for entry here?”  The doorkeeper bursts out laughing.  “Are you serious?  Every  aging Smiths fan has been crowding this door since forever.  But, as for you, I’m now going to shut it for good.”

(An altar to Franz Kafka)   

tl: dr    Wire did it all, and did it all better


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