Plastic Season — A Song Inspired by Hugo McCloud exhibition to everything there is a season; discarded material, labor, pressure, and color transformed into art

[Verse 1]
I carried the morning in a grocery bag
creased like a map of a place I left
hands knew the weight before the heart did
sweat made a river down the neck

[Pre-Chorus]
Somebody said throw it away
somebody said nothing survives
but color was sleeping under the dirt
waiting for fire, waiting for eyes

[Chorus]
This is a plastic season
shine in the scar and the seam
we make a bloom from the broken thing
we make a road from the rain
This is a plastic season
nothing stays trash in the dream
press me down, I rise in color
press me down, I rise in color again

[Verse 2]
Wall full of fragments, field full of ghosts
workers in yellow, smoke in the noon
every small square is a hand saying I was here
every bright wound is a room

[Pre-Chorus]
The city keeps grinding its teeth
the river keeps swallowing names
but under the heat and the market light
somebody rearranges the pain

[Chorus]
This is a plastic season
shine in the scar and the seam
we make a bloom from the broken thing
we make a road from the rain
This is a plastic season
nothing stays trash in the dream
press me down, I rise in color
press me down, I rise in color again

[Bridge]
Let the black bag become a sky
let the red bag become a flame
let the blue bag learn the ocean
let the old work sign its name
If the world calls us disposable
we answer with our hands
we answer with a wall of light
made from what could not stand

[Final Chorus]
This is a plastic season
shine in the scar and the seam
we make a bloom from the broken thing
we make a road from the rain
This is a plastic season
nothing stays trash in the dream
press me down, I rise in color
press me down, I rise in color again

[Outro]
Again, again
color from the pressure
again, again
season after season