we're only two cowboys playing leap frog
taking turns on the back we're going hee haw
we’re only two lumberjacks cutting a big log
taking turns back and forth until the seesaw
with you i'm lucky doing whatever
you comfort me and scare me clean out of my wits
barely tied now i fear soon we’ll sever
but countdown be damned you’d make it all worth gone to shit
hold you so tight pray we're out this weather
i feel so lucky with you here between my tits
hear the rain at your door
it entertains! it adores!
i don’t mean to tall tale
i’m not keen, i set sail!
hold me close past sunlight
i spite the lows every night
carry me through terror
want you to be my pallbearer
i yield my heart to the dwindling daylight
i yield my heart to the posthumous soundbite
i yield my heart to any beckoning bullfight
i yield my heart to all it is and all it's despite
i feel so lucky with you here between my tits
This Calgary group makes goth-y post-punk attired in the brightly colorful arrangements of bleep-boop synthesized psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 3, 2024