Sea water is flowing from the
middle of my thighs
Wild buffalo are dancing on
cliff tops in the skies

Adorn me in feathers
from dead birds and
contemplate the size of
leather palettes to wind me in
Put shutters on my eyes

They'll cover the hills
with their sweet flesh
and soft nails
They'll cover the doors
with their screens that
their minds disposed

Write it down, write it down,
down the names and dates
of the daughters
who pour out of me
like grandmother's vines

They hang from the plates
and my eyes see their (?)
pretty long lashes and beards
guarding the reign of me from them
heedless, trembling toes
gathering rain (?)
in their sockets and creases and holes

They'll cover the hills
with their sweet flesh
and soft nails
They'll cover the doors
with their screens that
their minds disposed

They'll weave their own souls
into the frame to grow their foliage in
They'll sew their own hands
into their beds to keep them crawlers out
to keep them crawlers out
to keep them crawlers out
to keep them crawlers out
keep them crawlers out
keep them crawlers out



Lyrics submitted by donyon

Track duration: 03:10


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    My Interpretation:To me it's about keeping death away from your bloodlines - by honoring ancestors and creating new life
    Flag agonon May 12, 2013   Link
  • 0
    General Comment:About old traditions, indigenans, feathers, bufalos, dead birds, cliff tops and so on...
    Flag alteHaason April 18, 2013   Link
  • -1
    My Interpretation:I'll just assume that this is about some drug experience.
    Flag raketooyon August 11, 2012   Link
  • +2
    Lyric Correction:VERBATIM FROM THE VINYL SLEEVE:

    sea water's flowing from the
    middle of my thighs
    wild buffalo are dancing on
    cliff tops in the sky
    adorn me in feathers from
    dead birds
    contemplate the size
    of leather pelts to
    wind me in put
    shudders on my eyes

    write it down
    the names and dates of the daughters
    who bore out of me like
    grandmother's vines
    they hang from the planks
    of my cedar grave grow
    pretty long lashes and beards
    guarding the rain of me from them
    heedless trampling toes
    gathering honeybees in their
    sockets and creases and holes

    they'll cover the hills with their
    sweet flesh and soft nails
    they'll cover the doors with the screams
    that their minds dispose
    they'll weave their long souls
    into the frame
    to grow their foliage in
    sew their long hairs
    into their beds

    to keep them crawlers out
    Flag wildebaton August 02, 2012   Link

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