FILE_ID5
TIMESTAMPFEB 14, 2019 (THE WEDDING)
SUBJECTIsla
Polished Vomit
Mania · exposure · first public fracture
Decoded Story
"Polished Vomit" is Isla at a wedding she shouldn't have attended, or couldn't avoid. It's the wedding of Isla's mother and Dominic.
Why is it called "Polished Vomit"? Because that is what she calls her mother. Beautiful on the outside, but inside her mother is a mess dressed up to look like cultured stability.
This is manic Isla. But, even at her most unstable, her mind works like a cipher. Intuitive, creative, unnervingly insightful. Isla is also really good with locks.
Audio Transcript — Lyrics
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Dominic reads his kind.
Not me.
Mum’s his mirror.
Napkin smile.
Polished vomit.
I shine mine too.
Polished vomit.
Vomit polished.
Table placements.
Wine pours.
My ink covered.
Back row with the grey hairs.
Eat neat.
Or it ends on your lap.
Mask the meat!
Wedding cake wheeled out.
USB slipped in his shoe.
One guard blinked ,
Enough.
Cookies cracked.
Inside , passwords.
Not random.
Yours.
Your partner’s.
Hidden accounts.
Cheating’s easy to hack.
Easy to taste.
Sweet at first bite.
Bitter when it’s read aloud.
Projector wars.
Photos flash.
Same boat.
Same men.
Then a politician pants down.
Same deck.
Not my problem.
Maybe your wife’s.
Someone lunges.
I scream first.
Felt right.
His mask sweats.
Room stares.
I eat my cookie slow.
Rehab after.
DBT rooms.
He sent me there.
See Mum at least had guilt.
He still wants the vomit polished.
Errr.
Vomit blaaaa.