got the album early from their show in prospect park, brooklyn. lyrics from the LP as follows.
the secent of my hands is familiar
to fosterly men in their coats
who guard not their spirits from fire
who speak with some tenderly coax
the tinge of my eyes is familiar
to fosterly men in their coats
who fiend close to their closetly homes
and ruminate the walls up with ghosts
ears ring and teeth click and
the dust of my knuckles familiar
to culminated piles of bones
that shift when the earth quakes and trembles
and quarries men up to their thrones
the air is familiar the sound is not still
dead voices cover their moats
they fill the cloth totes with
the rustles of earth
ans the crying detritioning bones
and the ladies that they have ungirthed
got the album early from their show in prospect park, brooklyn. lyrics from the LP as follows.
the secent of my hands is familiar to fosterly men in their coats who guard not their spirits from fire who speak with some tenderly coax
the tinge of my eyes is familiar to fosterly men in their coats who fiend close to their closetly homes and ruminate the walls up with ghosts
ears ring and teeth click and
the dust of my knuckles familiar to culminated piles of bones that shift when the earth quakes and trembles and quarries men up to their thrones
the air is familiar the sound is not still dead voices cover their moats they fill the cloth totes with the rustles of earth ans the crying detritioning bones and the ladies that they have ungirthed