Albatross from The Birds by Beechlord

It was very much an albatross
Unwieldly, paste in color, with a sweaty shine
Sincere, beady eyes, gauntly centered on a big face
And a confused frown for a beak
Silence loud as an aluminum pretzel bag
I don't know who kissed who,
But it was like there was a wriggling fish between our mouths
It was very much an albatross

Call it your favorite type of excess
Call it what you will
Call it your favorite type of excess
A cheap thrill

The way you beckoned me
The way your head fell strangely on my lap
Were you asleep?

She was very much an albatross
The way she tasted good
The way she tasted

You called it your favorite type of excess
Call it what you will

I'm afraid I can't hang
You're so uphill

But you're asleep in my arms
And I'm rocking to the beat
The logic of transitions
Your head is in my lap
And you're feigning asleep
And I can't breath

• Alternative
• electronic
• folk
• indie
• Pakse