Sick of the sight of the firefighters in my fireplace,
That’s where my wood goes, not you.
And sick in spite of these kind of kiters that counter me,
I’ve been lost in my good bones and bad news.
At least that’s what I heard.
There strapped and sacrificed,
Lying hands hold my throat closed,
Crossed, Stuck
(I’m waking from dreams where I,
Die when the teeth sink in.)
There, standing with the man and the dog,
And the girl and the man and the drink in the hand,
They’re, they’re speaking a different language,
I’M SPEAKING A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE
BA BADA BA BADA BA BA BA.
Born in accident bar buying backlash,
I spin my way round and wretchedly open my
Bite as my teeth abide, yeah - back me up Dan
[wasting away and I]
Beauty I forget, body I forget, god - let me forget.
[won’t] woah [go]
i would die, I would go to sleep - ba bada ba bada
Why won’t you go home?
It’s all in your head,
Why don’t you go home?
This ain’t over,
Thunder, rain, teeth, together,
This ain’t over.
I’m winning the tools I use,
I’m hearing the sounds I move,
I’m standing in where I sat,
I know I’ll be one two,
I’m distilling my foresight wooze,
You know I climb the more I lose,
You got me getting my hook, reading my book,
I’m already one two
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
WE SURE GAVE THE DEVIL A BAD RAP
FOR BEIN' THE ONE TO TEACH US HOW TO FUCK
Love songs for the animal in each of us. Highly recommended for feasts. Sean McGuire