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Metamorphos

by Luna Moth

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If my bones were hollow I could spiral through the sky. If it rains I will sink into the sea. If my eyes turn yellow, I will be a lemon tree. If the world stood still, seasons would cease. If the summer stayed, I would never leave. If I hadn't loved you, I would never have believed that salamanders would fly if they had wings. If I could describe my dreams at all accurately, then you would be the first to murder me. If the river turns into a stream, I will sing a song about the spring. If I were a spider, I would hide in between the corners of your eyes.
2.
Moon pop troubador Soup shop salvador Fruit plot toreador Rooftop shambhala seahorse Pranayama primadonna caught lolling along the seafloor Dewdrop drama dreambird Doowop dharma glow worm Shoo-bop chakra doctor Blue shock shamanic starspore sanguinary fritillary (great spangled) on sangria shores Tiger swallowtail, I'm Ishmael, you're my white whale Tiger salamander, dancing in the fire Paloma, diosa, buscas mariposas perdidas en cuevas negras fui a Chiapas con lenguas piedras Viva la polilla! Alright! Tiger lily, eloquently evoke the city Tiger shark, you shake my silly bones all apart Cream pop pollen collector Eavesdrop olive elixir Seed lock sonic reducer Tea shop novella author Terra firma karma farmer alarmingly far from the shore Treetop tulip bluebird Leave drop larva maneuver Wheat crop caterpillar chord Green moth glued to the corkboard Frolicking melodically with a pocket of aquamarine avocado seeds.
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Summertime stumbled into history like a sonnet, so solemn and serene, shifting my senses to aquamarine shorelines and shades made of green. Bring me your bleak bones obliquely between moments of tranquility, binding me blindly to blue sunset scenes at the blood calming, almighy sea. I've been wasted, I've been wounded. Spread my ashes out over the sea. I've been betrayed, I've been broken. Spread my ashes out over the sea. Angel, entangled in your own obscene history replete with diseased demeanors, beliefs that delete decency, dished out deliriously. I've been faced with these illusions. Spread my ashes out over the sea. I have tasted your confusion. Spread my ashes out over the sea.
4.
Well the endangered salamander sipping whiskey in my beard writes Russian novels with delirious detail and he swings up through the sideburns in the faultlines of my jawbones whispering mystic manifestos in my ear And the endangered salamander sings a psychedelic song to me. I stepped into a landscape of the Spanish Civil War but where instead of guns the soldiers carried tadpoles, and the rebels had a spy so they could hear the Fascists' plans through an amphibian attached to Franco's backbone And the endangered salamander sings a psychedelic song to me. The woman I'm in love with speaks 11 insect languages and turns into a treefrog when it rains and her old man was a hobo who got stoned in San Francisco and seduced a Greek goddess with his guitar. He had a voice like peach pits in a blender and a broken foot from always stomping too hard when he played and his best friend was a horsefly with a glass eye who recited Zapatista poetry through highway teeth. Well that old man once told me, "Boy, you'd better snuff that cigarette or else those gills will never become lungs." When I asked him what he meant by that he lied down on the railroad track and said, "if you don't evolve, who'll sing my songs?" And the endangered salamander sings a psychedelic song to me.
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I got this lucid dream that sends me shivering into a corner where I pull my sleeves over my hands and wrap my arms around my knees with only headphones, dark sunglasses, and green tea, waiting so hard for wintertime so we can play records and lie with eyes half wide, wrapped up inside quilts stitched with red dirt-bred bloodlines. So we use amusing phrases to get through these fuselit phases following the few good days that flew right past the music store on Main. I got this spider crawling sideways on my knee. He's looking for a place to dangle and cling. He looks as though he's in a bit of a hurry. He stops to take a little breathe. That's when he recognizes me. He tips his hat and says "evening." So I ask about his screenplay. He says, "I'll be finished someday." Then he climbs up to the ceiling. He's been sitting motionless for days.

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All songs written by Joey Paz in San Francisco, California, and Sevilla, Andalucía in Summer/Fall 2007
Released Dec. 2008
Dallos Paz plays drums, synth, and sings a bit.

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released December 26, 2008

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