Peckable Shiny from People's Waterworks by Silvervest: Zombik & Caloia

Refrain 1:
What’s new?
I don’t know how things are for you.
There was a time when we stayed in touch.
There was a time when we loved each other so much.
Now you don’t say much to me.
I don’t know what sphere you’re in
Can’t say it even means much to me.

He was light and buttery with a thousand story lines
that caressed the midline of my mind.
Shiny peckable, pokeable, chittering chitty chats.
Hocus pocus pudding in the pie,
lovers we became: sigh, laugh, smile.
Mental wavelengths helixed into
uttered brilliance.

Toe to toe to toe to toe
to eye to eye to eye to I to I to I
to hand to hand to heart to heart to heart
was once you and I
standing side by side
brown heads held high in pride.
There was lots of space for you to work.
Whether hunched over the box tock-ticking
those black square plastic ivories, or
soft-eyed deep in your beer,
you were peeling the words off
the vaulted ceiling of your chromed cranium.
Refrain 2:
There was a time when you asked for my view.
I was the first you’d bring your projects to.
Dizzying, crafty, funny, sonically sound,
you labored each word, comma and noun.
Now you don’t say much to me.
I can’t say what sphere you’re in.
Can’t say it means much to me.


Mental wavelengths snapped into stuttered lettered brilliance:
Pure stimulus.
I loved your thousand story lines and sound systemizing.
You were sharp like a diamond on a wire.
Hocus pocus pudding in my eye.
Lovers leaving, we became
separate, poked apart, pecked apart, chitted apart
as the story lines outshone the heart to heart,
outshone the hand to hand to hand,
outshone the eye to eye to I to I.
Systemizing of the chromed cranium took precedence.

No eye to I. No hand to hand. No heart to heart.
Lettered apart, poked apart, pecked apart, chitted apart.
No side by side. No chits, solo chats. No chits, solo chats.

Refrain 3
What’s new?
I don’t know how things are for you.
There was a time when we stayed in touch.
There was a time when we loved each other.
Now you don’t say much to me.
I don’t know what sphere you’re in
And we know what it means to me.

• Jazz
• Montréal music
• avant-pop
• story songs
• voice and bass
• Montreal