Swanmeat - Subtle

One day we all wake to find

Fish bowl rocks in our right front pocket

And movie ticket stub from the local morgue kept safe there in the other

And when you stop to read, you have to leave a rock

Convincing living human beings that you yourself are convinced of living human

beings

Or do your arms just jut from the wide side of an interior wall

The type of hardly there people

Who’s hands never fail them

Not even in dreams

Are you no longer the propmaster cleaning up fake blood between shots

Coming home feeling dirty from a long night of nearly being yourself

Singing

Swan song

Are you not disco

All there where you are, sun starved and american

In those -o' so separable palms

Holding your

Breath against a still fleshed chest full of Should Bees

You see, however so slightly permanent

These have been things sung that will never be songs

Never more wet concrete for song street

This is not more wet concrete

For sold song street

Not nice warm concrete

Not

Swan song on tooth brink.

Not more raw wheat

Are you not, are you are you not not not?

Are you not not disco disco?

Are you not not disco disco disco?

Not nice warm concrete

Not sung

Not more raw wheat

Not song

Not poor song meat

Song meat (x4)

A frozen lake is solved by all means

Frozen lake (x2)

Who drops mast?

Who is the drunk master?

Who drops mast?

One day

We are wait to buy

Disco rocks

And the white wins other

When we takes one swan

In the bar

Sleep her in the other

And when you stop to breath

It’s swan meat

It’s the little bee (x5)

Live a long

Not nice warm concrete

Not song street

Not swan

Not street

Not concrete

Not swan

Not more raw wheat