With An Oh No

Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan – Lay Lay Off, Faselam

There are some songs so saturated with personality they create a character all their own. This one turned 70 with fingerless gloves. It now spends late afternoons waiting for the fog to roll in and pillow the clouds all good and thick-like. At sunset it sits on a bench eating saltwater taffy. It points helpless tourists where they need to be. A left at the pier, a right on Wallace. And when night falls this is a song falling with it, with its back to the ferris wheel and its heart on its past.
Ghostly arrows seem to come and go. And that’s fine. Just fine.

The album was released in reverse. The song above is the re-reversed/straightened version. I listen green with envy. I watch it watch the fog roll in so good and thick-like, and I think if I could be anyone when I grew old this is who I’d choose, someone all right with ghostly arrows.