Tape-Stop Confessions
Seven letters across, starts with a glitch
Solving the crossword at the bottom of the ditch
Looking for the cure in the rhythm of the street Where the
Montreal cold and the motherboard meet
Walking down through Rosemont,
tracing the grid
Unpacking all the shadows where the old ghosts hid
No map for the future,
no key to the past Just a mint-green blur moving way too
fast.
El espacio entre nosotros,
fading out of sight Une tite frette waiting in the pale moonlight
Word of words, word...
Word, word, word... Meow,
meow, meow, meow, meow—let the code be heard!
We’re caught in the neon crossword tonight!
Filling in the blanks in the flickering light From the forty-one down
to the forty-two
I’m writing the definitions just for you Yeah,
the translation is messy,
but the signal is true
Everything is, unequivocally, tiguidou!
No caigas en el malinchismo,
trust your own sound
The heaviest roots are the ones underground
We stitch up the physical,
we tie up the frayed
Dancing through the life in the world that we made
Is it just a puzzle?
Or is it a blueprint?
Are we just words of words?
Meow.
We’re caught in the neon crossword tonight!
Filling in the blanks in the flickering light From the forty-one down
to the forty-two
I’m writing the definitions just for you Yeah,
the translation is messy,
but the signal is true
Everything is, unequivocally, tiguidou!
The forty-two... the stitch in the seam.
Tiguidou.