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Neko Case - Red Tide

There’s a smell here that stands my hairs on end 
Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar 
And jackknifes on the 9
and seabirds choked on fishing line 

The clouds say hush but the chainsaws mush on through Custer and Columbia Salty tentacles shrink in the sun but the red tide is over
The mollusks they have won 

There’s a smell here of gravel and cigarettes lit 
When the match made them sweet 
When the engine turned over and beat up our street 
Oh, that was a day
To remember 

I remember because of the fires that leapt 
From the caves of the things that have not happened yet 
When I think of it now they smell to me quite sinister

I want to go back and die at the drive in 
Die before strangers can say 
I hate the rain 
I hate the rain

(via autumntheotter)