Part of the Landscape
Melting Crowns and Eichler Homes: A Desolate Landscape's Tale
Lyrics
You didn't lose your crown
You haven't lost your status or significance.
It's just melted down
It has transformed but still exists in a different form.
And you mixed it up in a highball cup
Your authority is mixed in a cocktail glass.
So you drink alone in a Bucky dome
You consume it alone in an isolated place.
On a high up hill with tastes that kill
On a hill with dangerous pleasures.
And you look on down
You observe a declining, old industrial town.
At an old coal town
The situation seems somewhat acceptable.
It's almost alright
Especially when the sunset is perfect.
When the sun sets right
However, the sky is overcast.
But it's a cloudy sky
So you can't ignore the reality.
So you can't deny
It's as cold and desolate as it appears.
It's exactly as cold
Expressing the harshness of the environment.
and empty as it looks
A refusal to face the bleak reality.
I just can't look
Avoidance of acknowledging the past.
This past it's everywhere I turn
The negative history is all around.
Just crumbling, nothing left to burn
Everything is falling apart with nothing left to destroy.
This rust ain't going anywhere
The decay is an integral part of the surroundings.
It's part of the landscape now
The corrosion is now inseparable from the landscape.
It's the color of your hair
Symbolizing the impact on personal identity.
So you'll die alone in an Eichler home
Predicting a solitary end in a specific type of home.
And you look around at
Surveying a town that has suffered significant damage.
a town burned down
A half-hearted wish for a change in the arid conditions.
Now you half-ass pray for a drop of rain
The environment is as dry as expected for a desert.
It's exactly as desert dry as you'd expect
Raising the question of unrealistic expectations.
What did you expect?
A direct inquiry about anticipated outcomes.
This past it's everywhere I turn
Reiteration of the omnipresent negative past.
Just crumbling, nothing left to burn
Continued deterioration with nothing salvageable.
This ash ain't going anywhere
The aftermath remains and cannot be eradicated.
It's part of the landscape now
Acceptance of the decay as an inherent part of the surroundings.
It's the color of my hair
Personalizing the impact by connecting it to one's own identity.
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