bacon from backyard divine by orphanage
Tracklist
| 4. | bacon | 4:02 |
Lyrics
[bacon]
Many planets move together, like a butterfly flock, or a fat boy mowing the lawn. But what if that didn't all depend on you? Barefoot and naked, sometimes you are the pig, running for your life. There is no law of being consistent toward the world, only the slopes of disease and danger, impulses, instincts, habits, and worst of all, reactions; they all make the limbs move, triggered by the music of certain places full of noise and people. We search for the footprints of mermaids: something dark, manifesting as patterns of mockingbirds in spring, a severe choir of nice kisses; or the swallows without mouths, songs emerging from chrysalis, muffled like clothes. Let go of etiquette, let loose a nasty bite; words must be carried by magic to extend small harvests. Often we look at the beautiful apple instead of the dead tree that offers it. The mouth comes closer, jaw and tongue become a celestial sky-choir, ragged and dust-laden, and eventually you will be eaten yourself. You will be eaten.
