Her eyes are like pollution
She dragged me through them oil spills
We swam with dead fishes
and I love her still

Her hands are like pollution
Though not like trash
more like a purple sky
A shiny foil wrapper
that holds me hold me hold me hold me

Her lips are like pollution
Steam rising from a wishing
fills my lungs
Makes me sick
I love her still

It’s that toxic skin
Her Ph rises
as my ozone falls
The temperature is rising
The oceans are rising
Everything is changing
And I
Ooo ooo ooo

On a neon Nile River
The age of apocrypha upon us
We walk
the thinning ice
like Christ
praise on pollution


from The Heart Will Jump (With Nowhere to Fall), released October 19, 2016



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Hillary Susz Boulder, Colorado

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Hillary Susz is an independent songwriter and guitarist based in Boulder, CO. Her distinctive, operatic vocals and angular, effects-laden guitar work feature prominently in her songs, which often eschew conventional structure along the complex twists and turns of their narrative course. ... more

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