Marooned from Treasure Island by Emmett Elvin

I would run you
Long John Silver
Over my killer’s bones
I would comfort you
In a broken steam room
I would sing you
On a cold tuffet
I would leave you
Loathsome puppet
Eating your curds and gruel

I would slash you
Like a bounty
I would cash you
Like a debt
I would stash you
Like a flurry
Of intangible rancid goals

Magnified smoke trails
Curling like innocence
Infer ragged sails
In the blinding sun

Chorus:
You're my whirlpool
Drag me under
You’re my quicksand
I'll be dashed

I'm your Nelson
You're my burglar
Leap me like an ice cream sundae
Your receipt of
This burnt message
Tides the gloaming of sad news
In your doldrums I'll be doomed
I'm inextricably marooned
All because of you
In dead crab lagoon

Chorus:
You're my whirlpool
Drag me under
You’re my quicksand
I'll be dashed

I would pluck you
At this moment
Like a cauldron
Of hot dust
I would sink you
My antipathy
With the latence
Of soft rust

• Electronic
• Experimental
• instrumental
• keyboards
• mashup
• weird
• London