Burden me with white coats, twist apart my fingers into symphonies or wild oats
single single single to the end of earth and cutlery, tools made out of birds and iron
sawing at the wide world, tearing at the holy mother
We are fields of wise goats defecating joyfully
we prick our fingers with our souls, endless endless endless are
we are fields of wise goats celebrating joylessly
we scream until we fill the holes. endless endless endless we are not
we are not
the humiliation of never knowing
the pleading eyes the phony longing
he says "okay okay to the ocean
but I will never drown with you"
celebrate your cellophane
the masquerade through windowpanes
or eyes that churn so quietly
endure endure the agony
I know fate is a lead coat
weighin weighin weighin on our
silky ties and dead bolts
all our exoskeletons
I know fate is lead, molten,
pouring pouring pouring into
forms we cannot understand
guided by our own two hands
jesus and the lord god
holy holy little fist
holy holy little fist
holy holy little fist
well I know fate is a telescope
a trick to take our eyes from us
and drop them on the moonscapes
flaccid flaccid evermore
I know fate is a dead horse
it's snowing in the desert tonight
I wanna die young, by my own design because
the humiliation of never knowing
the crying child, the woman yawning
the icy cold ejaculation
bought for words of consolation
he says "I am not an animal I am not an animal I am not an animal I am not an animal etc etc etc
If You
If you play an instrument I'm probably a little bit in love with you
and if you strum a steel string while reclining on the bedsprings at my parents house
we could be red and red on white
the kindest firefight
if you come to visit me in the name of anthropology I'll sleep with you
and if you make me promises I'll probably be a little bit happier for the rest of my days
tell me the sun won't overcome
everything we've done
and I won't turn around to find you gone
in the outstanding wealth of the open country
we could plant our shoes
fresh from the landing-strips
of the crowded cities
we could be red and red on white
the kindest firefight
If you fall in love with me and if I fall in love with you what will we do?
Distances are skin and hair but is some great weight waiting there to pounce on us?
To make us go and face the truth
we don't know what we want or who
but if you stand serenely undisturbed by fate's topography we'll safely stay
and someday we can call the same bay windows and stone walls by the same three words:
home sweet home.
Plinky shoegaze-inflected guitar rock confronts the world with both nihilism and hope on the sophomore release Philadelphia band Knifeplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 1, 2022
