Oh, I'm gonna miss this restless place:
the way that the days dive through this magic egg,
the smell of the paint on my newly green guitar,
the sound of the fake cicadas in the breaking dark,
sunday mornings on the porch
feeling full and lazy,
sitting in the shorts,
that your mother gave me.
Oh I'm gonna miss this when I'm gone:
the billowy pepper scent of a summer lawn,
waking up without that much to do,
the day inviting us in like a heated pool.
I want to celebrate my friends
who are Getting married,
who are learning with their little hands
how to speak anew,
who are changing shapes and making plans,
who are growing older,
who have found new dresses
to slip into.
Oh, I'm gonna miss this when I'm gone.
Even the moments I did not know to dwell on.
Even the thoughts that have shaken me awake.
I'm glad to have found myself
here, in the round blue shell
of this magic egg.
Henry Terepka (as Henry Grant), also of the psych-pop group Zula, moves into smooth sophisti-pop territory as he steps out solo. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2021
Wonderfully absurdist pop songs that manage the tricky balance of humor and hookiness—The Exquisite Corpse as ’60s pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 4, 2022