White men leaving a hockey game
belligerent and drunk,
they stumble through the streets like lovers.
Sudden fear in the air like beer
on the dancefloor of a club
I don't know how to move
through the haze of it
What can I do to put a hammer through the ceiling of this harshness?
Something tells me that the answer is concealed out in the fog
on the tantramar marshes.
New light up in the air today.
The sky is snapping in
to a sharp almost unbearable blue
I wish I was that light I want
To float down, slow and thin
Into the eyes of my friends and my enemies too.
Oh but instead I'm learning how to blaze a pathway through this sharp darkness
Learning how to gather all my scattered shards together Like the fog
on the tantramar marshes
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