Scale from Fawn / Brute by Katie Gately

Scale the wall
It’s only six foot tall
You’ll always find a weight
You’ll always find a war

Scale the wall
The haul is worth the fall
You’ll always have to wait
If praises are your bait

I want it so low
My heart will start a bradycardia
I will stall

Squeamish said the olive oil to the
oven’s lure, to the oven’s purr
Squeamish said the butter’s boil to the
cupboard’s churr, to the cutter’s stir

Squeamish said the office girl to the
nurse’s herd, a squawk of censure
Squeamish said the officer to the
hearse’s gird, the doctor’s insured

Have a seat and wait
Have a seat and wait

Barricade, fire
Barricade, fire

Millimeters of mercury above
Millimeters of mercury above

Get away from the sun
so hot it must be burned!
Get away from the sun,
your past, a vast omen!

Wake up to the sun - don’t harm her
Wake up to the sun - don’t starve her
Wake up to the sun - don’t alarm her
Wake up to the sun - just calm down

Wake up to the sun
Wake up to the sun

And where will you run
from the wall’s inward turn?
And where will you run
from a stall’s wayward spurn?
And where will you run
when the sun is bucklin’ down?
And where will you run
when the soot is clutchin’ your gown?

Barricade, fire
Barricade, fire

• Electronic
• Pasadena