spidery from winnowing by forest spirit, sun on your back

scenes from a revolution
they come and cut you off
stuck with a muzzle to your eye
some miracle should you survive

and they’ll find a new solution,
or old and dusted-off
do what they want with all this gone
instate what you can’t know but of course,

you barely know yourself, oh, let alone the else
we’re elsen and alone
you’re growing spidery
your words are worthless so fire me
and file me along to somewhere else

full of silphium, lovage, rue

atop your pile of skulls
plant flags into carrion
carillons ringing at your feet
no foreign leaders left to meet

and in time they’ll figure you out,
sanction and take you on
till you feel blood inside your head
and i’m as good as dead but you don’t

even know yourself, oh, let alone the else
we’re elsen and alone
you’re growing spidery
your words are soaked in irony
you won’t frighten me along to nowhere else

full of lithium, iron, tin

almonds, steel, the christogram

• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• noise pop
• post-emo
• slacker rock