Clouds, that were once out of sight
Have materialized
Dancing at our toes
Closer as you dive down
Your altitude keeps falling,
But your wings are fixable,
Your aptitude ain't petty, no
So why are you miserable
Soon you'll be in pieces
And love will never mend you
Like you want it to, like you need it to
Nothings here to hurt you
But awful premonitions
Dont live in death before you touch the ground
Your attitude is worsening, you're always so predictable, susceptible
Your enemy knows not your name
Don't cut the sky if you fall again
Your aptitude was never apt at all
Are you functional? Can you talk to me?
Your friends know not your pain
They are rational, they are sane
So dontchu gimme reason to accommodate a fool (I'm done doin ya favors)
I never wanna be another ear to your ego
Put it down I promise you are burdening you (You're not gonna fall any slower)
Put it down and take another shot at the sky
Should you unfurl your gear, your turbulence will last for years
Hup! Hup!
Pick it up!
Fly!
You dominate the sky, your altitude ascending, and all of everything is fine
So go faster by the hour, and you'll be here at home right on time
Tim Arnold's latest album of lushly detailed art-pop explores the insidious ways tech surveillance has become a part of our lives. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023