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Past Fiction

from Beyond Blue by High Turnover

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After two slaps in
I’m falling for an artist
She wants me to enlist
In her next portrait
I promise next Sunday
As my boot heels click away

Come Sunday I’m bothered
By mornings arrival
Why can’t I feel more mild?
As she picks her pencil
My distrust melts into night
As she works to get it right

It remains to be seen
What will happen when
John’s blue train pulls in
Sanity sits on a pin
But when the saxophone refrains
Fates scale looks okay

Before me glints the work
Of one aiming to tame
Don’t love belong to the insane?
Must this pang bring pain?
She’s past any fiction
I’m past any indecision

I bring a Bic to my picture
Of Dorian in the wind
Objectivism a dying trend
Finally meeting its end
To the artist I run
To promise my every sun

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from Beyond Blue, released November 27, 2017
Alec Estes: Lyrics, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Ryan Hagen: Electric Guitar
Mr. Cannoli: Drums
Elliott Stace: Bass
Sidney Corrine: Piano

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