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Lyrics by Zach Buck
Composition by Jesse Manou

Audio Samples: “Fatbottom Girls” by Queen, “Mr. Hurricane” by Beast, “Dominus Illuminatio Mea” a Gregorian Chant.

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Now you see our rooster skulls,
blinding thieves in the precious dark.
Hands linked like an ugly pink clam
impress on the skinned knees.

A thousand piece puzzle
shouldn’t breed power couples.
Orphans eat hot coals
at talking cat’s command.

(Hands linked like an ugly pink clam,
linked like a flower with teeth.)

Call that people person.
Tell him to sleep under the tambourines where i sleep.
oh seagulls, my seagulls.

We were
born in hollow waters now they look like stained glass pieces.
Holocene shark teeth tambourines where i sleep.
Oh seagulls, my seagulls,
have you seen our rooster skulls?

Long white bones with the flesh all gone.
wouldn’t it be chilly with no skin on?

You’re sacs of meat. Flowers with teeth.
But what are you today?

i hear your lice voice and i know it’s time.

The chasm blossoms sigh
“now who handcuffed me to my big dead runner up prize?”

The seagulls will fly and combine.

What’s this? A blonde?
Balancing blossoms
on the justice of her palms? Pah.

Love proms. Love corsages.

Now we may.


So the messenger god
sent a word to the wad
of stone and flesh chia pets.

So, now we may.

It said our gifts become guns,
become serpents of the sun.
Mercury is Medusa.

The Seagulls will fly and combine.

Brides make a winged snake in the sky.
Sign: seagulls will fly and combine.

Now you see our rooster skulls
blinding thieves in the precious dark.
Hands linked like an ugly pink clam
impress on the skinned knees.


(flowers with teeth flowers with teeth flowers with teeth)

What are you today?


i hear your lice voice and i know it’s time.



Poolboy, they carry you through the streets celebrating.
All your exes twist in their seats, but there’s no sign of molly.
Molly, the animals want to see the god you’ve become.
If the sun is a circular saw, the clouds are the colour of us.
Oh seagulls, take back your perfect malls and pixie sticks.
The sun looks like an open callous.
And i still don’t understand. The roof, the roof!
Yeah let’s go there. And jump off into concrete, and chlorine,
and obscenities.

Obscenities like her mouth a cave the taste
of toothpaste and liquor, a pair
of katydids making love like
windshield wipers, in a night
the colour of birds,
and birds names.
Ragtime trumpet fuck.
Legs as many as a caterpillar.

Talc planes.

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from house​.​xct_, released August 6, 2016
Zach Buck - Lyrics, Vocals
Jesse Manou - Electronic Percussion, Drums, Bass, Synth, Congas
Chris Ning - Vocals
Seabeau - Vocals
Nicole Cain - Additional Bass Guitar
Lukas Witmer - Synth, Percussion

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Other Families Toronto, Ontario

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We are self-made, self-produced and we've independently released everything we've put out.

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