Snake Ox from Dishlickers by De Porsal

Skirt the outer rim of the land
Hold on tight around my hand
An ox you see is breaking ground
Bigger he is, pound for pound

A tired march
Leather parched
Known to me
Is a farce
Sold stories of a land long gone
Of eerie snake and ox they warn

Emphasise the thought
It's real until it's not
Then visualise the ox
The field, the snake along the dirt
A squeal, a cough
And count your metal often
Breaking for a nod to
Snakes of greater voodoo

Found upon the marshes
Promise to your pastures
Letter of disaster
Rest upon the tall stone
Agony and revoke
All the things you see, are turning into black smoke
Not a thought to the sky

The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox
The snake will chase the ox

• Alternative
• cowboy
• experimental
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• pop rock
• Melbourne