MewithoutYou - August 6th lyrics
[MewithoutYou - August 6th lyrics]
Aug 6th, carved in desks with old knives:
"Back when our common cause was alive
And let’s say -the hyacinth
Fields were in bloom
Children watched as the soldiers marched by
All the birds fell like frogs from the sky
Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon
Lonesome offspring of which still resound
With the victimless sins of
Their authors passed down
And the remnants of loathsome
Disjointed worlds
Along the short path round the lily pad pond
With off-white deerskin wedding dress on
German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order
Amish girls jilted by squirrels
In the parks of Sioux Falls
Haunted by church bells
Like ghosts of applause
And the earth deep down
Tire-stacked walls like new Mexico
Peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion
Dolls making up
Myths about wounds without cause"
And sometimes when it’s quiet my
Heart feels like Guernica
Perfumed neighborhoods
Graveyards the breath feels like
Flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance
Sirens whose light floods the ground
("praying mantis spreads arms"
Said the lines of whose palm?)
Skyline shifting like clouds
Became "airplane descends"
Human foreheads all smashed
Foreign cars upside down
Insect mouths open wide
I stared down a huge insect
Bright red-glowing eyes
Legs on both highway sides
S a i d i n s e c t w a
S m e c h a n i z e d!
(Said insect was mechanized)
"Back when our common cause was alive
And let’s say -the hyacinth
Fields were in bloom
Children watched as the soldiers marched by
All the birds fell like frogs from the sky
Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon
Lonesome offspring of which still resound
With the victimless sins of
Their authors passed down
And the remnants of loathsome
Disjointed worlds
Along the short path round the lily pad pond
With off-white deerskin wedding dress on
German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order
Amish girls jilted by squirrels
In the parks of Sioux Falls
Haunted by church bells
Like ghosts of applause
And the earth deep down
Tire-stacked walls like new Mexico
Peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion
Dolls making up
Myths about wounds without cause"
And sometimes when it’s quiet my
Heart feels like Guernica
Perfumed neighborhoods
Graveyards the breath feels like
Flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance
Sirens whose light floods the ground
("praying mantis spreads arms"
Said the lines of whose palm?)
Skyline shifting like clouds
Became "airplane descends"
Human foreheads all smashed
Foreign cars upside down
Insect mouths open wide
I stared down a huge insect
Bright red-glowing eyes
Legs on both highway sides
S a i d i n s e c t w a
S m e c h a n i z e d!
(Said insect was mechanized)