Multiple Suns - Cass McCombs

I’m looking forward to losing all my hair

I’m looking forward to looking backward

Multiple suns have always guided me

Multiple suns, to do my bidding

I recall my youth with Klock:

A bubbling boob of hate

Still, I fashioned not one crime

And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested

They turned his mind to paste

Yes, it happens all the time

Now you ask me 'why so many suns?'

One for each murder me and my angel done

De profundis;

how I love to live this loose!

De profundis;

with my Donald Duck orange juice!

Klock was like an older brother

And for awhile I was he

Or rather he was I

Now I regard him as another

One of my sovereign suns

Yes, this happens all the time

The Harpies scatter;

intestines unravel

Better than memory: actual time travel

Heavens abound in pomegranite light

Heavens abound;

I gain back my overbite

I am their only planet

Suns of the bluest flame

Stoic, yet volitile

If’n the past come hither

I keep the gaslight burning

Because it could happen any time