Butterfly Massacre from Retreat by Ancient Animal Orchestra

Here, beneath the forest trees
The light soft and scattered on tumbling leaves
A quiet, sunny afternoon
Is alive with the fluttering of delicate wings

Colours finally in bloom
Of flowers and charcoal and awaited skies
They dance and play with cloud and wind
And sing with the voice of small and silent things

The cries and laughter of kids
Blend with the innocence of the scene
Sticks are chosen like wands
And slash through the air in a scoring game

Those immaculate wings
Are torn and scattered like confetti
They veer and tumble from the sky
To crawl like lost termites and die as crooked souls

• Folk
• ambient
• experiemental
• improvised
• indie folk
• storytelling
• Melbourne