Corona
Love terror above the sea: corona plasma aura, diamond eyes, don't fuck it up: panic attack staring at your death, she's all you can't live without.
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ISRC QZK6P2060459 (soundexchange)
Track fourteen on Masks and Monsters. Luke solo, North Park lockdown, August 2020. The album essay names it alongside It Can Get Worse and My Mind Is Slowly Slipping in the LP’s direct emotional center, but here the title word does triple duty: solar corona (plasma aura, sun is all I see), beach-above-the-sea romance, and the beer brand everyone couldn’t stop saying in 2020. It’s not a COVID PSA; it’s love panic with an unavoidable cultural shadow.
The romance is meet-cute as cosmology (corona plasma aura / sun is all I see), one person as an entire timeline: all future held incarnate / I was terrified. The hook is a self-sabotage loop where anxiety predicts the failure it’s trying to prevent: don’t fuck it up / oh / it’s all I can think about. By verse two attraction has become a near-death experience (panic attack / you might be staring at your death), the same mortal register as When It’s Over but romantic, not epidemiological.
After Coca Cola’s branding satire, Corona is sincere romantic overwhelm on the same LP: title pun the joke, lyrics the pressure valve. Opposite register from Wash Your Fucking Hands.
Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by Luke Francis Walton. Album art by Gentle Giant Illustrations.
Lyrics
I met a girl Above the sea Corona plasma aura Sun is all I see I met a girl With diamond eyes All future Held incarnate I was terrified Don't fuck it up Oh It's all I can think about I'll fuck it up Oh She's all I can't live without Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh The kinda girl That gives you breath Panic attack You might be Staring at your death She'll pick you up Oh She's all I can think about She'll pick me up Oh She's all I can't live without Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Don't fuck it up Oh It's all I can think about I'll fuck it up Oh She's all I can't live without Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh