I like to make my 14th song a retrospective on the month and this was a really terrible month for me. Thanks to everyone who listened to my songs this month.
It’s a bust
the dumbing down of love
and grief and hate
for the sake of song
has made fools of us.
It is not
for making into art
we have been cruel
I apologize
for what it is I do
and I am doing
it’s a trick but
we have torn the flesh
and there’s no mending
we pride ourselves on pointing out
what it is we broke
it’s too much
ankle deep in shit
and still I’m thinking
how lovely it will be
once I have made a piece of art
my art isn’t worth it
recycled sound
you’re used to it by now
a crutch
I’m breaking windows quickly
there’s no time
to wrap my hand
in disgust
you’re right to point it out
there is sausage to be made
there are deals to be discussed
in the dark
the now and final dark
there’s a place where it is warm
and I don’t have to think so much
I forget
the strangest little things
I love you
and a song can only drag that through the mud
@robynmackenzie Feb 2022
A plaintive and spacious stream of consciousness, very atmospheric. So sorry to hear this month was bad for you--here's to hoping for a better rest of the year. Also in my opinion, art is always worth it, especially when it's as gorgeous as this.