We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

The Strong Silent Type

from Greyscale Oblivion by Slumber Logic

/

about

People who do therapy think everyone else should do therapy. How do you tell a boomer to investigate their difficult feelings with a professional? The boomer may credit bootstrapping and stoicism for the stable financial foundation that the psychologist-assisted millennial may never boast. It's not so simple.

lyrics

Green enough to see the wisdom in a rookie move, blue enough to see the spectacles you looking through.
Their rose tinted hue is Nothing to pussyfoot.
I dream about em when I snooze through my afternoon trail for impiety, reviled by what’s inside of me, canning my survival meat, bedazzling revival teas.
I tried to craft a pair of my own, got as far as beer goggles then I left it alone.
Those are piling up in the closet taking the form of skeletons, whispering secrets of an inner critic’s embellishing--I Fell again chatting with an elephant in the prayer room, lit a flair to lure it away from the heirlooms.
Something in the air looms
Something in the telomeres
Something through the generations reappears receiving repeated beatings from the hyenas I’m feeding, either I didn’t heed the beacons or the gene is receding


In awe how you savour silver lined lemonade hemispheres as if the tumbler runneth over during hurricanes,
Sprout Roses for the renegades even if it never rains, you stop to smell the scents that emanates and never build a fence even when a varmint penetrates your backyard.
Vanguards of scrap yards leaving paths of glass shards--I stay slack jawed and Once again revise my flash cards

You taught the volatile art of compartmentalization
I forged a pine box in a vacant river basin, In the larva stage onslaught of precipitation,
I drilled holes for air, counteracting the equation.
Cause where was the fear toxin to go? I have not the storage space or the patience for Godot
And as time tells of a reversal of roles, I share valuable tools I’ve acquired from the road



Rough and tumble toddlers, cushioned by your plush carpeting still--we dumb quick to infantilize an architect,
Generation ironic Bi product: pathologize dogged, surmise bondage for catharsis
Intoxicated by our headShrinker tonics and a brisk guided walk through a chthonic demonic admonish any strong silent soprano Monoceros. “Preposterous, Where’s the monster’s Crib”,
I can have faith and still worry about you and the sustained weeping wounds from wearing another’s shoes, I get em too.
Since the twinkle in the crescent moon, It’s been a reciprocal wish for a Panoramic view, respect due--not trying to mansplain a manpain manscape but help dechlorinate the amcrays from the authentic.
You can show a lake to a pegasus, but you can’t make him retain a therapist.

credits

from Greyscale Oblivion, released November 1, 2021

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Slumber Logic image

Slumber Logic Toronto, Ontario

slumber logic is a lucid dream where you decide to fly, the question of simulated life, growth patterns inherent in nature that coax adaptation, and the author's rakish lethargy.

Producer,
MC,
Turntablist,
Poet,
Toronto, Ontario, Canada. ... more

contact / help

Contact Slumber Logic

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Slumber Logic, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featuring interviews with LA music scene pillar Kamasi Washington, and new London-based duo Mrcy.

listen now