Owls pushed the path with their breasts. Leaving cavaties in the horizon. For vagrants to hide in. Through the desert alley. Into a desert clearing. Lambs were eating scorpions and shaving themselves for a warm coat. In the desert lambs rattled and gnawed. Delicately. Peeling their atomic shells. Whilst the orchestra ate themselves as a soundtrack to the feast and the future. Their voices scored the air in slow-motion. As the rabbi of weeds baptised the flowers with holy piss and cursed himself with the breast milk of unborn babies. He was scalping doves. Fitting their heads to the flower. Peeling their atomic shells. Whilst the orchestra ate themselves as a soundtrack to the feast and the future. Their voices scored the air in slow-motion. He was scalping doves. Fitting their heads to the flower. Not licking weeds. Sowing lies in the seed. Just throwing stunts into the void. An echo of endless feet. No hands to wipe the tears onto the eyes.
credits
from Skarab,
released July 2, 2012
Lyrics by Johannah Henderson
Music by Tim Steffens & Skarab
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