Lilac Deppei

Amplifying My Fleeting Morale

At Midnight / Fleeting Moments

A crack of light in the doorway illuminates the radio in the dark room.
It’s only barely visible enough to make out the button labels, but by now you know the indented markings well.
It’s an old friend.

Analog Musician / Friendship Mimic

A rock in the storm.
Keeping you sane in your plastic bed frame, your lifeboat, your driftwood
You press the button.

Amidst Murkiness / Fortified Memories

Keeping the volume low as to not wake anyone up, you twist the dial pushing through static
Swimming through noise
Searching for your usual channels to drift along.

Alma Mater: Formative Music

Quieter streams of sound like pillow talk remind you that stress is normal
That everybody has arguments
That everybody is held to high expectations

Adolescent Mentor / Forced Maturation

You’re just a kid after all, it’s not that bad
Everybody is going through battles
You can be your own army

Admiral Minor / Fort Midsummer

Most intense battles are fought on the homefront, you hear
You press your ear to the receiver, edging the volume higher
Just before you hear the door downstairs

Arriving Momentarily / Frere (Mon)

Stumbling in, shouting outside at someone unseen
Stomping upstairs, spit and tears running free
Curfew isn’t the only thing that’s broke

Avarus Momentum / Felix Momentum

You do your best pretending to be asleep as he flies past your room
The signal should have played dead too, though
Major Radio is swiped from your battalion

Aria Mister / Flailing Meditation

The silence is deafening, what little silence there is at least
Reconnaissance is all but a requirement
Lest you become like Bach or Beethoven

Another Month / Four Months?

After careful waiting, you have a chance to search his room
Sitting among crumpled mags, defiled appliances, doritos bags
A few buttons missing, could it still work?

Alliterated Mnemonics / For Memorization

You turn the radio on.
You turn the radio on.
You unplug the radio.

A Mother / Fucking Mess

You plug the radio in.
You turn the radio on.
You turn the radio on.

Awarded Medal / Fallen Major

Out of commission, you accept through gritted teeth.
It served you well over these nine years, a companion in chorus
You will fight on in its honor.

Anguished Mind / Forgivable Mischief

Retaliation is futile in these hostile shores
Bigger fish left to fry, stronger issues in war
So you mourn both the static and the music it shared

Monstrous, Affable / Mon Frere

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