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Another blackout night
Crookedly humming a song
With only the Braille of the wall
To lead me back home
I saw a face in the air
Silvery, like on a screen
And when you passed by in the dark
I swore it was her that I’d seen

(Spectre of night, figment of light, angel, fly)
(Figment of light, spectre of night, angel, fly)

Ooh, in my unlucky drama
The morning light lands on me like a mortar, and I’m
Waking up dizzy and crumpled in this same old suit

(Drinking the lines away from this page)
I can’t hear music, it’s just static and news
(Blink it’s a bottle, blink it’s a cage)
I dreamt in black and white
And woke up black and blue
(Bartender at the corner café)
He poured a bargain
I had no strength to refuse
(Says I should write the novel someday)
Of these fallen houses
And the angels passing through

(Spectre of night, figment of light, angel, fly)

In the morning Times
My fingers picked up the scent
Were you avenging a crime?
Were you taken without your consent?
Then I heard a tune
Faint like an echo
From an empty car
You were singing “To the top we’ll go!”

(Spectre of night, figment of light, angel, fly)
(Figment of light, spectre of night, angel, fly)

Ooh, in your unlucky drama
Dive-bar dancing on Third with those ambulance eyes
You try to look deadly, but they think it’s cute
'Til they see how their fantasy dies

(“Please, can you get me out of this place?”)
You blow out one flame and another starts anew
(How many nights you’ve had to erase)
But it always leaves this haunted residue
(Too many paintings, all with his face)
He’s a lens you see everything through
(Memory’s the devil giving you chase)
Now I understand just what you had to do

Then a debutante dream spins into your head
From the muscle relaxant that helps you last through the night
And you cry when you stumble and say, “This was not my intention”
But tonight on the Angels Flight, it’s a one-way ride

(Spectre of night, figment of light, angel, fly)
(Figment of light, spectre of night, angel, fly)

Pray Saint Sinai, pray Saint Olivet
One lifts you up, one holds you down
And the Angel overseers of this vanishing town
Turn away and don’t make a sound

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from Faulty Machine Recordings Service: June 2020, released July 1, 2020

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Faulty Machine Recordings Service Los Angeles, California

Myke Dodge Weiskopf is a songwriter, radio producer, and field recordist from Los Angeles. He records and performs as Science Park, and recently launched the monthly Faulty Machine Recordings Service.

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