I took my time
I let it run out.
I think it's gone now.
I think I lost it
In the slow pulse of the train
As the country drags my thin physique across it.
I've been awake for 17 hours.
I wouldn't turn back now, even if I could.
There's nothing left to shove into a car.
Around my on the train the men (all older) get
too drunk and talk about Jewish power.
The women here look like loose translations
of Dora Maar.
Especially when they play cards.
In the darkening savannah of the observation car.
I keep myself awake with songs that no one else has ever heard.
They sink out of oblivion and embed themselves in the shaking seats and creaking shelves around me.
The locomotive car keeps howling.
Hauling its thickness west.
Dragging me into the mountains.
Into an endlessness I can almost hear.
I'd like to take my time.
And set it on fire in a restaurant
Devoted to Duchovny's late career.
Instead, I packed my bags
And took the train as soon as I could.
I needed to be covered in a different sort of steam.
I'm not gonna be a waitress anymore.
I'm not gonna say the same 4 words again and again in a row.
I'm not gonna suck the cocks of young entrepreneurs.
Ok, maybe I'll still be a waitress but I'll wear different clothes.
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