Cymbals Eat Guitars
What Dogs See
I lost myself in the wild hillsSpawn in the sweet smelling tinder filled basementFrom Prince Edward Island I hitched a long wayWould you turn by some orange groove road?To a lake in the wilderness shining black with a silver forest forming our backsIn its depths found a monolith adorned with great paintings of wolves with yellow little sirensThe grey, freezing water — it swirled around, whisperingTuned from a phonograph, stuck between brain cells for monthsSince I heard your voice issue thoughts freezingI touched the world slowly, each radial of the spectrumRevealed itself to me, dark matter was illuminatedIn his extremities into this way of beingSerpents writhing on all sides of meCelestial castles whose spectral planetsFilled gaps between stars in the night sky voids crystallizeThis is what dogs see and this is why they obeyCowering, something just over your shoulder
From Letras Mania