Quarantined in a vault of video screens
Stuck face to face and pacing end to end
Been talking with my thumbs and through cameras
Peak fever pitch
I’ve come to complete arrest
Shannon said you got a false faith
You gotta make hay
Stay inside your pajama pants
Quarantined in a vault of video screens
A moment for the kids sat in front of glass
Remote and in a corner and climbing up the walls
Folks in droves have picked over the holes left the in the aisles
City slicker survival
Buy a Switch and hit the sticks
Another syndicate’s preferred expert
Our guest tonight is harping on and on
But I got time
Run an errand just to get out of another zoom chat
Silent ocean still as glass
Wrecked routines and pent up families
Everything’s empty
Echo alone
A ghost city incubates in place staying safe
Little lists and listlessness
Coping in a vanished land
An evening walk to prove it’s all still out there
I fear I’ve been going on and on
Edgewise words and upturned spurned me on
Undercooking a bat
Oh MacGyver a mask
The days stretch and blend
Models and myriads
The markets heave and they ho
Money’s just made of math
I read on the news just this morning they now think it floats through thin air
Cadential steady sigh vent the breathing machines
A nurse slumped in scrubs on the bus
I feel inert and immune and unprecedented
Nothings coming to me
Magnitudes and platitudes and YouTube rabbit holes
Everyone aligned maligns the other side
You’d think somebody died
My-my
What a fine spring day we have here
Far out folks
Stay sane
This New Zealand group have a sweet glaze and an underlying toothiness that would have fit right in on mid-’90s alt-rock radio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2019