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White Blind

by Fey Moth

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1.
Alexander 03:33
Got an army Got a hammer Got an anvil Why you stopping now You could take me down What you waiting for Wage your war Bring it on boy Conquer, conquer me Make me your empire I’m not one to surrender Come and conquer, conquer me Are you just a boy Do you want to be a man Do you want to be a god Throw your name across my land Carve your face into my stone Pour your song into my blood Maybe I could be enough Conquer, conquer me Make me your empire I’m not one to surrender Come and conquer, conquer me Is this your strategy To bring me to my knees Then hand me back my army Or are you scared To come To come Conquer me Alexander
2.
Blam 04:44
Overwhelmed Overjoyed Overdrive And I am dancing, dancing The sky is dancing me The birds are flying my wings And all the ugly things Part of my symphony We could be alone, you know The traffic ocean rush below I’d take off all my clothes (I’d almost crush your bones) You are a bird sometimes Sometimes a horny toad A weasel, wiry, sharp-toothed and mean A muzzle full of foam The glitz, the glamour The blim, the blam Not what I will be But what I am The fragile scares you The strong, it really scares you You don’t believe me You like me less when I’m around And so I’m coming And yeah, you like me when I’m coming And if you want the up You got to take the down The glitz, the glamour The blim, the blam Not what I will be But what I am My fingers sing Birds into flying Tender, roosting Cooing, calling I feel strong Strong and glowing Not understanding Just in my bones The wrist, the stomach the skin, the gland Not what I will be But what I am The twitch, the headache The stitch, the hand Not what I will be But what I am The glitz, the glamour The blim, the blam Not what I will be But what I am
3.
Fox Gloves 04:26
Fox gloves on highway sides I like to drive against the sun, white blind Spring time between my thigh, It’s been a while and all the miles I’d have to fly to find A fox-eyed-breath-tie Painted rocks and hanging trees But all I see’s bumper and sky A clock ticks in another time A boxer, heart pickled in brine With broken fists in fox gloves And fox eyes Fox eyes, you are fox eyes Breath tied, I am box tied Fox gloves, box me Box my mind White blind A boxer boxing time A mind looped on you A tune from once upon a time A bumper meets the sky Spring sprung between my thigh And every breath tie Got fox eyes Fox eyes, you are fox eyes Breath tied, I am box tied Fox gloves, box me Box my mind White blind Fox eyes, you are fox eyes Breath tied, I am box tied Fox gloves, box me Box my mind White blind
4.
Into Stars 03:46
You gonna see me standing You wanna see me fall You got your hammer cocked Your lips poised to call And I can feel it coming Like a rush of wings Cage open Set free Close my eyes Turn you into stars I got a real bad feeling You gonna take me down You’re like a hurricane coming Like a marching band And my heart is pounding She gonna bolt, she gonna fly Cage open Shot fired Close my eyes Turn you into stars She’s hiding Heart pounding She’s trying Trying not fall She’s hiding Heart pounding She’s gonna turn you into stars You know it in your body You feel it down below Like a ‘drenaline cartwheel Like the hush of snow You see a feast laid out With your heart upon a plate You know the hunter has you The only way to escape: Close my eyes Turn you into stars
5.
Hey peach, out of reach The way you watch, the way you wink You make me think You thought before ‘Bout being inside of me My fingers, they’re actors Pretend to be Just what I want to see Your eyes all over me Turn on my brain TV Think of you thinking of me Hey peach, out of reach Want your knuckle ‘tween my teeth To keep the shriek Down inside my belly building Do trees weep from wanting spring To think of all the sweet fruit Rotting in the field What a shame What a waste Not to taste What is ripe And aching to be taken Turn on my brain TV Think of you thinking of me Turn me on

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released December 1, 2012

Mixed by Gary Reynolds at Electrokitty
Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI

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