Grace Cathedral Hill

Recalls hungover days and nights out made prosaic by their repetition. Same people, same drinks, same bars. Wash, repeat.

Only the guttural whirr of the motorbike breaks their habits and shakes their ennui. Though, even it may not be enough. Its role as panacea will fade to palliative until it too eventually becomes just another rote routine. Another item rendered mundane by familiarity.

Then again, he's sweet on a girl. He's accustomed to her piss-and-vinegar scent. The vivid green of her eyes are just as much a part of his daily regimen as the 7am alarm clock with morning coffee. But as they become more intimate, she's more heavenly and the glint of her tarnished halo cures all ills.

Are you feeling better now?


The Decemberists: Grace Cathedral Hill