Тексты песен «Clouddead»

From the height of a highway on-ramp we saw: 2 dogs Dead in a field Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum Green seats wasteland, Dogs we thought were dead... Rose up when whistled at, Rib cage inflating Like men on the beach...

Orville and Wilbur cold cut the anchor's from their ankles, carving propellers from whale fins in the back of a bicycle shop... and thus begins the tale of the thumb trigger cloud kill. At last the Wright's reinvented...

It's the wood man and his splintering self. It's the wooden woman and her hollowing out. Sickly Mickey Mouse. Skinny Minnie Mouse. Elvis, what happened? Pop/sickle note: The label stapled a speaker to the back of a...

Rhymer's only room; Cincinnati lone lie tomb. Hiding under the ceiling over a cold skull winter bed spread. Rhymer's only room; sweet smelling walk into cartoons. Hiding in the seaweed on the sea bed, breath bloating...

A murder of mosquitoes, moths, and gnats ravage the fluorescent flickering ribs of a motel lot flood light, their frantic trajectories perfectly sketching insane in it's halogen corona. No collision... no drinking of...

Dying men keep rifles in cello cases, known with a beer as the deer eraser. They dress their boys in bright orange and leave their daughters at home, stripping meat, stretching skin for their musical men. The makers...

I'm sick of keen eyed teens keying car doors in the middle of the night. They won't believe their donning dangling carrot cams. Youngsters today are not prepared to buy plants or collect stamps. They won't believe their...

Wingless wasp, the velvet ant. The cow on slanted land settles to the lower most corner of the pen. Chicken wire and it's either side imprisonment, and the windows all stacked up under the farm barn awning. Two small...