Let's build a monument with all this crap
A totem pole of rusted wire and scrap
In this way we'll escape our mental trap
Maybe these fragments of our dreams
Are not as scattered as they seem
Combine their energies to make a kind of beam
One that will give us half a chance
Out past the fires of circumstance
To find some reason within our crazy rants
From all those rambling words now scattered all around
From all those parts and pieces lying on the ground
Take them all staggered and leaning
Right them with meaning and make them sound
Over the fence across the sand
Plastic bags and empty soda cans
Where shoney's big boy statues dot the land
They oversee our enterprise
Growing before their plastic eyes
And raise a tribute of sandwiches and fries
Object by object end on end
Each gap each weakness we must mend
We'll have to step back to realize again
Our monument will be a ladder to the sky
Spirals and tentacles reaching ever high
We pull and pull ourselves up rung by rung
As we reach higher and higher and try
Our monument will be a ladder to the sky
Spiraling tentacles so pleasing to the eye
We pull and pull ourselves up rung by rung
As we reach higher and higher and high
L.A.'s Smokescreens recall the moment when post-punk transformed into indie pop on their David Kilgour-produced full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 3, 2020
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