Sea Creature

by SPIES

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1.
05:02
I was in an ocean on a mercury mixture Filling my lungs, completely ruined You were something mythical, never imaginable Always desirable, softer than noon I somehow trusted my desires again Knowing their peace was like a restless child I somehow trusted the stillness of a year Like the stillness of ripples or the stillness of light And by now all purpose and thought has dissolved in salt Just to scale your invisible skin Hiding beneath the waves and smiles and pleasant hand gestures Was the dark figure forming beneath the boat I was in As the evening makes her closing remarks I’m frightened by the thought of you in another hand I’ll gather all the coins from my dresser drawer To take you to this forever foreign land Outside it’s a furnace but I’ll keep you in the bathtub I’ll you ever clutching the corners of my mouth I’ll gather all the coins the ones I’m desperately counting on And I’ll be there waiting with my will or without And by now our purpose and thought has dissolved in salt It’s not dark, just remarkably dim Hiding from the town between some trees watching our house burning And dark figures forming around me and within As the evening makes her closing remarks We sat a while recollecting Sunday drives As the evening makes her closing remarks We sat a while, yeah we sat and we talked As the evening makes her closing remarks
2.
I’m in the car seat Head on, waiting for the next collision As you go from garden to garden To the hill to the lower position With my good hand on the good book Help me out this place feels like a bunker The white walls I’m buried under But Leo’s at right hand With the swiftness of his word And Joshua is in the backroom And he’s sharpening his sword I was made for more than living in pale skin And cotton clothes Getting swayed by the slightest of breath Stuck in a stigma waiting on those Who cover their own intentions To my back against the throne Till the nation that I hold is holding Nothing more than my bones But lately slipping in and out of revival See the sparks coming from my eyes Twirling thoughts in a clotted brain That I won’t live much longer It lately seems to pass me on It lately seems to pass me Oh it lately seems to pass me on It lately seems to pass on these days My hollow days, my hollow day, my hollow days, my holidays My hollow days
3.
You were the founding father of bravery Slinging your bullets into monstrous skin That’s how I saw you in my childish naivety That was your title when I crowned you my king That’s what I saw when the cream coloured bricks Made an inverted corner in an unusual street That’s before I lived in you spoke with you kissed you That’s before I ventured underground, underneath On moonlit nights I’d see reflections Of when the warmth would flood into our inner celebration Till Hollywood stood and severed what it could Till that night when we tripped silent to the station There, on the eastern border On the eastern shore Is where I’ve been fooled into thinking That there’s nothing more You left me caught, though on my sheets you linger You left me caught between your thumb and your finger
4.
04:15
5.
03:24
When you get down to the lake are you so surprised Recollecting Sunday drives and weary water eyes In the evening talking of how they’re often discarded When they reflect the November Sky The November Sky is clear and bright but quickly turning Autumn’s gone, she left her bags by the door this morning We woke greeted by the fire’s smoke As the embers danced and died celebrating without a sound As for me, I am distracted and tired As for me, I am dead leaves I am paler, than the freshly fallen ground Is scorched and broken We are running on planes We are running, our landscapes are scattered and open And when you get down to the lake when you meet the water Are you so surprised that it’s frozen I know I am I know I am older Will we make it over? Will we make it over?

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released February 25, 2015

Written and performed by Spies.
Recorded at The Meadow, Ireland.
Engineered by Rian Trench.
Mixed by Jake Miller.
Mastered by Robin Schmidt.
Artwork by Jeffrey Courtney.

Released by Trout Records.
P&C 2015, TR012

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