Here’s this beckoning
follow me into your eye
some of us can see it
but at least one of us will die
a glass house is a luxury
in a village built on wine
bottles from the walls of houses
and the corks inside our minds
cat calls from the other side
tend to your barren wounds
let the radicals and wanderlusts
beat upon my door
through the Windows to the open field
in the peep holes of your core
In the desert of a tundra
Her eyes became a storm
How could she ignore it now
How could she see through me now
All the invisible aliens
crawling crazed upon the floor
One looked up into my feeble face
And found my brain
strained
and obscure
High
Alien
On your star
How do you see me
high alien
on your star
Here’s another galaxy for free, take it when you feel your god in me
7 minutes from the edge of day would you just keep yourself away from me
But Would you be there always,
through my faults and darkest deeds
infinite
Walk with my star feet
My planetary treasury
I can hear them space varmints scratching down my walls
I wonder if they can hear my temperature and my
Saturated drawls
what could they see
what do they know
If they knew me
Well, fuck you
and fuck all my old ancient instinctuals
I’m just a primal thrall
after all
and this my own god damn telethon
they call me stranger
in my own world
They call me stranger
in my own home
On their new EP, the British quartet channel their experimental rock chops into ambitious suites that flow effortlessly. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 6, 2019