off with her head

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Zen by X Ambassadors, K. Flay and grandson.
 

give me space / at least six feet / dig my grave just as deep / i got sex on my mind all the time, fuck /  scrolling through the internet time suck / i’ve been feeling flat like a pancake / i could use a hug or a handshake / i could use some drugs or a bandaid / cooped up in a hole i wanna /  lose all my control i wanna just go on a rampage / give me wisdom, give me teeth / give me vision, let me see / give me courage to confess / every night i text my ex /  give me girls / give me boys / give me life / give me peace / give me noise / someone give me fucking zen

 

 

 

It's unclear what long-term effects lockdown will have on art and culture. Fewer than I'd want, I suppose, given that lockdown was abandoned more quickly than perhaps it should have been for lack of socialism. Still, the music that trickled its way to me has all been terrific. Thumpy bass, kicky hooks. addictive even when the lyrics are sour. 

Unlike everyone else, I'm still in lockdown. I miss dancing so much that it's like a limb is missing. Clubs, clearings, church basements, restaurants with the furniture pushed back. I don't care where or even what kind. Buncha people, all together, moving and stomping and throwing their wrists. 

This is the cost of staying Covid Zero though. No life. No shared purpose. And the adhedonia doesn't help, either.