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Squint
Rock
Squint was released on June 14, 2019 by Atypeek Music as a part of the album Zones
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AlbumZones
Release DateJune 14, 2019
LabelAtypeek Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Enablers
Enablers
Performer
Sam Ospovat
Sam Ospovat
Sampler
Joe Goldring
Joe Goldring
Sampler
Kevin Thomson
Kevin Thomson
Sampler
Pete Simonelli
Pete Simonelli
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Ospovat
Sam Ospovat
Songwriter
Joe Goldring
Joe Goldring
Songwriter
Kevin Thomson
Kevin Thomson
Songwriter
Pete Simonelli
Pete Simonelli
Songwriter

Lyrics

Squint: the Correspondent in Absentia
But if it still serves, and for the record,
consider its effects: the Polaroid achieves shapes first,
then gets on with the dreamy particulars:
long, small sets of breaking waves low tide's
pungent, shore-strewn foam
a white stone lighthouse appearing
and appearing a little more
through the yellow windblown flaps.
Out here,
yellow matters. It is one half of brown
and you are green, and that makes brown, which rhymes
with the year a president's voice on the radio always offers
a fondness for a makeshift tent
and squalor.
Once, after a reception fit only
for braggarts and the future's best
and brightest, and after you pissed
on the club's soundboard in reaction
to a questionable case of low flirtation,
you received a box in the mail, opened it,
and erupting in one ornamental word on a
hot pink flashcard:
Tact.
And one more, not ornamental, on the back:
(Repeat)
Only after sitting up
do you remember out here
is not desert at all,
and speaking is useless when you can just
shut up and rub her feet,
churning out silence the more skin
is absorbed into skin.
You arrived lily-white, smitten with yourself,
a muttering, pre-packaged humor subject to a keen
test of performance and guile. Fail, and it's back
to a life of air and rail terminals (away forever, really),
and your lacunae of calendar dates
entombed in a spiritless Polaroid.
Your dispatch:
beacon against a white-hot sky
overlooking a gem-blue sea
war going on everywhere
Repeat.
You are proverbial,
one day leads into the next dayblah blah.
You are not the lone, pensive beachcomber,
just the lone beachcomber in a shattering
and reforming occupation of breezes the terrain,
come dusk,
stops accepting by fire light.
Nights grow full and the lighthouse lows,
its beam in dutiful rotation, trying to tell a war
from a stupor by the sea.
Written by: Joe Goldring, Kevin Thomson, Pete Simonelli, Sam Ospovat
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