theater

"celtic fairies rewrite weeknd songs in virgo x-1 galaxy " by The Runaways Lab

by jessie mccarty

CELTIC FAIRIES REWRITE WEEKND SONGS IN VIRGO X-1 GALAXY

fairy rings (image found on Tumblr somewhere by the author, turned into a gif by LB)

fairy rings (image found on Tumblr somewhere by the author, turned into a gif by LB)

Bolten brash and blustering they all did swoop,

screeching in lulls of honey Charcoal and heeding–

do they grab the aux.

The people burst

held their lungs in baskets battering the edge of Messier.

Their reverb, like sand, is subtle.

You would hardly know it’s there or That it works.

The Gaelic blame it on, aos sí

Fairies of the wetern sea. Tiny prickly arms carrying twelve thousand mystic radios.

The aos sí’s own genre is their Alien child

It plows their own scores

Muffle bridges and the chorus smog

then a Smog break, and another Smog break

Instrumentals remain, caress of a lonely winged mother’s touch

And we do all touch.

“Trie too put you in the wherst moods ahaaaa

Peest unnnnnne kleiner than Ya churned shoes aha

Millias pointas two wert ya huh

sssstttaaaaaa r r r r boioiii”

another tune as such.

apocalyptic, mythic and optic

a run don’t stop it

bolsten glitzy and heady touch.

gold dust in the wood body

jessie mccarty (they/them) is a writer exploring the mystic and the modern. Company member of runaways Lab theater, you can follow them on Instagram @noncommittalprose and on Twitter at www.twitter.com/writing_bagel

ROSE PETALS by The Runaways Lab

by Jo Schaffer

Rosepetals (Interlude) written by joJB https://soundcloud.com/jo-schaffer/rosepetals-interlude in our time (prod. DJ Simmy) (feat. Quenna Lené and the Tapest...

ROSE PETALS

Oil on my headboard..

I'mma try my hand at the future.
Oil on my headboard..
I'mma try my hand at the future

I see..
I see..
I see..

Dark matter replacing light
Dark meat being preferred
Your mac and cheese with an egg in it:
Artisanal,
Modern grocery stores would call it
Systems dismantled
Automatic ones in place
Out this beaurapitalist, capitocratic mess
No, Yes
No, I don't think we gon' do away with race but..
We may call ourselves ethnotic more specifically
There's always gon' be a place for the low end..
But it won't look how it do now.
No, they'll be free and bound.
An influx of light matter in the ghetto and the jails
Where the light lowers the property value
The loop the new bubble..
The landfill further filled out for the new projects..
The term honkey a term of respect

And the streets will be the streets
But with dinner tables lining the sidewalks
And everybody's strapped
In case a cracker venture too far off the red, the blue or the green line..
And a new line,
The black line,
It'll run you from over east to Austin..
It is our city's first bullet train..
And there's oil on my headboard

IN OUR TIME

I’ve been watching you from 3000 miles away

Fin’ly found the time to pay

Rewrote this song today

Wondering how many days

How many ways

There’ll be before we meet

Ye es es es, I I I I ca an carve a way

But there’s no need to make you stay

The distance dulled my senses butI’d lose them anyway

Tasting fa God

Discerning my own affairs

Giving you little care

To how you change

(Scat)

Dat- da-doo dat-doo dat-doo

Dat- da-doo dat-doo dat-doo

Doo- doo- doo- doo

Dat- da-doo dat-doo dat-doo

Doo- doo- doo- doo

Who lives without regret?

I don’t know

But I’ve felt bigger pain

(Mmm-mm-mmm)

And in moving on

Know there’s much to gain

(Hmm)

I’ve been watching you from 3000 miles away

I’ll get there someday

We’ll reach a common place

And i f love never calls our names

I’ll find a way to show I’m still the same

Dat- da-doo dat-doo dat-doo

Dat- da-doo dat-doo dat-doo

Doo- doo- doo- doo