lirik lagu coin locker kid - tinker creek.
[dialogue]
hey, it’s me
hey
how have you been doing? it’s been a while
yeah, it has
i’ve been all right
yeah?
yeah, just listening to music mostly
oh yeah, what is it again? that alb-m by that guy, uh, the one about the fish or whatever
yeah that’s it
oh cool. have you finished it yet?
no. i’m on like the sixth track i think. i stopped it there. it’s not even a song it’s like just voices talking or something
oh, okay. well what do you think of the rest of it so far?
i’m not sure what to make of it, honestly. i think there’s kind of this abrupt shift in tone between the first four songs and the fifth one and there’s only eight songs on the record so i’m not really sure where it’s going, really
well, if you knew exactly where it was going it probably wouldn’t be very interesting, right?
no, it wouldn’t
and maybe the shift isn’t as abrupt as you think. maybe it was happening the whole time and you just didn’t realize it. or maybe it was just time for a change. that happens, right?
maybe. why? is that how you feel right now?
what do you mean?
maybe you’re saying this because it’s how you feel. like about your life. i don’t know—it’s been a while
yeah. interesting
where have you been?
i’ve been here. working, riding my bike, thinking
thinking about what?
my life i guess
oh. typical
topical
typical
tropical
cyclical
well, i was on my bike. what’s typical supposed to mean anyway?
i don’t know
yes you do know or else you wouldn’t have said it. so i’m selfish—i’m self-absorbed. that’s okay. and you’re right, i do feel like it’s time for a change. that’s something i’ve been thinking about incessantly. i can’t escape it anymore
well, makes sense
i feel like i’m being beaten into submission by something i can’t see or even name. like it’s not really there. or the universe. or myself. i can look at my life and look at myself right now and i feel like there’s been so much of me that’s just been operating on autopilot for so long. like my words and actions aren’t even my own. like a robot. like a text-to-speech program on a computer and all of my everything are just command prompts input into my being. in a weird, contrived way by a thing i’ll never be able to comprehend
that sounds deep. ironically, sort of contrived as well
exactly. and that’s the difference. i feel like i’ve been developing some weird sort of awareness and it’s been making me crazy
is that why you left?
it’s not like you were making it any easier
yeah. fair enough i guess
yep
well, so now what?
i wrote a poem this morning
really now?
i was walking down franklin street and it was barren. all the students are gone and no one was out and the sky was a giant shade of like a million greys, all with puffy lips opening to gum me and swallow me up
yeah
so i was near the school and i sat down on the bricks because i felt like i would break
is something wrong?
i was swelling up and i knew i would break and burst but then, when i was blue, there was a parting in the clouds and a single ray of light shone through for less than a second. and i saw white, and then it was black, and then it was gone, and overcast again
and, so, you wrote a poem?
yeah just let me read it to you. is that okay?
sure
okay, it doesn’t really have a t-tle. maybe it will be “doubt!” with an exclamation point. okay, “doubt!” when we doubt our hearts, our bodies react. tear ducts overflow and the face flushes red hot embers. a burning turning sensation overwhelms and the pressure in the head seduces the mind to doubt. a cycle of connection, a circle of ever expanding, inexplicable nervous system responses. when we doubt our heads, our stomach cramps, our fists clench, and our thoughts tumble into larger and larger worlds of uncertainty, beating our bodies blue and scabbish. when we quiet our mind and centre our soul, we are receptive to an intuition much stronger than knowledge and knowing
and?
that’s it
oh
thoughts?
um, sickeningly sentimental. embarr-ssingly earnest
that’s f-cking awesome. thank you
yeah. good job. the parting of the clouds are so fleeting in this greyscale world
yes indeed. i think i’ll be leaving now
again? but where will you go?
back
and you’ll have me alone again, then?
you can go too, if you want. all the colour you want is just a deep dive away
there is no way out of this place
sure there is. how long do you reckon it takes for a creek to become an ocean?
dunno. it depends on how fast the water is moving, i guess
okay, we’re probably about sixteen miles away from the ocean
um
stop thinking. take off your clothes and dive into the creek
what, into the muddy water?
the mud will clear. be still and follow the current. after some time you will find yourself merging with another tributary to form the river. today will be the most perfect day you will ever see. it is the time of the salmon run. when you are in the river you must follow the salmon upstream. they will take you to the ocean and the fresh water
what, will you be there?
maybe. sometimes in the main stem river, you see something shiny in the water, and you swim after it and you drown. your body shifts away from the confluence. your corpse slides down muddy affluent and back onto some rocks. not every body of water will lead you to the ocean. you can never be too sure of where you will end. only as sure as where you’ve begun
it sounds dangerous
well then, suit yourself. what happens is what always was to be. you make it up as you go along
i just need some time to think
okay. good luck with that. maybe i’ll see you later or not
yeah
enjoy the rest of your alb-m
thanks
goodbye now, silly boy
goodbye
f-ck it. -splash-
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