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This song had one of the longest and strangest gestation periods of any I've ever worked on. It began with two years of working intensively on my own music while listening to little else besides Rumors and then Tusk. The music was composed in an attempt to emulate Mick Fleetwood and John McVie with the sound of spray paint added for fluourescence. The title came in a fever dream as I wrote a long maudlin poem outlining my fears and anxieties. I took the music and transformed the narrative into a much needed victory and celebration of female beauty and mystery. To embrace paradox and ambiguity is to live in the everloving present. There are things worth fighting for here.

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Stevie Nicks

The Disco Kid
Comes dancing in
A treatise on style
Who's that on your t shirt man?
is that who i think it is?

The Disco Kid
Comes dancing in
Like it's 1976
Past all those goose-stepping
Live in style or don't live
i lost my
In the checkout line at the Bank
Of America
Please forgive me, Mr. Advertisement
Just found out I was the product
But I still get my kicks
Yeah and I'm still fluorescent

The decoherent lets itself in
Detournment / Recuperation splits
Who's that on your t shirt mama?
Is that Stevie Nicks?

She is Krylon Gold
The way the room implodes
There's blue lights flashing
In the elevator shaft
The city's changing
Molten steel and wavy glass
In liquid globules
No superstructure
E v e r y t h i n g s o s l i p p e r y
I broke down in the stairwell tripping
Uncontrollable telepathy
I don't want to dance anymore
If you don't want to dance with me

The punk rock whiz with the FM synth
Like David Bowie in The Man Who Fell To Earth
Or John Lydon in a MAGA T shirt
I haplessly take on
The Mad Scientist
His evil laugh
He takes photographs
To alter how its changing
Her face the size of a municipal block
Looks down on me bawling on the rooftop
Remembering things that haven't happened yet
Precisely or not

The Grey Wolf says,
"Kid, come with me"
Pushes him into the backseat
Flying by night through the city
He turns around and says
"That's my voice in your head
The city is living and Kid
You're not dead yet"

The Disco Kid
Post-trauma tics
Who's that on your t shirt Kid?
Is that Stevie Nicks?

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from Panting (Solo Demos 2018), released November 8, 2018
All words and sounds by MHW 2018

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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland

Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.

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