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Lyrics by Zach Buck
Composition by Jesse Manou
lyrics
Suspect,
animals do take some sympathy on men.
Cannibal,
a praying mantis: yes,
symbol blade.
Here’s nothing only the stairs.
Blisters sequin symmetry there.
Calm down.
Down.
This armour caresses me
a little bit. It’s serpentine,
and glows within a neon sign.
What’s crouching at the foot of my bed,
distinguished guest?
i’m ashamed.
i ripped off the side of hurricanes,
saw the patience in my—
...
life’s a feast for animals,
passionate as we go.
Turn the lantern of your face.
Flies careen into the wall
like helicopters gone a—
i’ll carry I’ll carry my own.
god knows you’re a good person, rag.
My body’s a mailbox for ransom notes.
And everybody loves the sunshine.
god knows you’re a good person, rag,
and pictures other people take.
But in my mind you’re on fire,
i don’t recognize
your face.
So shake your knives.
Look at my satellite dish,
as i go back and
dust away the traces of your entrance.
Here the dust is trapped,
now the tablets go a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Your face!
Doll duck under.
He blinks black.
He built a house for us out of japanese crepe paper on fire in the forests of—
Birds trade lives. Dragonflies,
so the dragonflies become lizards and they search in the footprints for traces of la la la la la.
Bones.
Pet.
Cognomen.
Distinguished guest,
animals do take some sympathy on men.
Cannibal, a praying mantis, yes.
My body’s a mailbox for ransom notes
and pictures other people take.
Winds change with my mind and scrape
what never was away:
more furniture for a home i’ll chase
to the ends of the earth.
The word of the day is hours.
Pulling weeds from the ground’s wall where they’re
anchored and pale, more civil than you
sink. In sunburst
clay clouds stripe the sky like a couch
where airports
chill pills spill
and climb out of the cracks.
A line of pink caulking,
like long intestines,
goes round the house,
in a divot
the worm coils, half-coils its organ, the hornet
throbs, prey of the Sink’s Swallow.
Discovering insects
the word of the day is ours, for free,
a gazelle coloured rainbow crinkle.
Sprinklers.
Suspect, dust the traces of your entrance off the carpet.
We’re peeking through the gloom.
Everything under the sun is too
true.
credits
from
house.xct_ ,
released August 6, 2016
Zach Buck - Lyrics, Vocals
Jesse Manou - Electronic Percussion, Drums, Bass, Synth, Congas
Chris Ning - Vocals
Seabeau - Vocals, Piano
Lucas Manou - Trombone
Ola Kado - Violin
Nicole Cain - Additional Bass Guitar
David Baldry - Trumpet
Sonica Carnegie - Choral Vox
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