Burn After Listening · Track 17 · middle
Pierce the Seal
Nitrous (N2O) charger / whippet: a thick steel bulb with a foil seal the dispenser punctures — a hole that can't be re-pressurized without welding.
Lyrics
[Intro] Two seventeen a.m. The kitchen light is humming. You are cold in my hand. Fifty-eight degrees, a perfect little bomb. [Verse 1] Two and a half inches of seamless steel. A promise sealed with foil. Humphry Davy was twenty in 1799. He breathed your ancestor in, felt the world untie. He said it was like intoxication. Joseph Priestley found you first, back in 1772. And here you are, a ghost in my kitchen. A tiny silver bullet for the quiet. [Chorus] Pierce the seal. The sweet smell on my fingers. The pressure equalizes in a breath. Just a hole that can't be welded shut. One way out. [Verse 2] The iSi dispenser is heavy now with nothing. A void where a force was. The rubber gasket holds the quiet. The air in here is thick with what's been let go. I roll your empty body on the counter. It makes a hollow, lonely sound. Another piece of evidence. Another tiny, spent thing. [Bridge] I heard the scavengers melt you down for scrap. They say the ingots still smell faintly sweet when they get hot. A memory of the gas, baked into the metal. A ghost of a feeling that was never meant to last. Just a puncture. Just a moment. [Chorus] Pierce the seal. The sweet smell on my fingers. The pressure equalizes in a breath. Just a hole that can't be welded shut. One way out. [Outro] Another one for the collection. Lined up on the windowsill. Silent.