Boars (feat. Max García Conover)

Chicken wire hacks half facts in the flashbacks hoofing through the split shot sod
There's a crow king cawing at the grunt snout mawing through the body of the burialy dog
Ring it out slow ring it high make it glow like the crickets in the telephone haze
Stag shape runaway busted bumper palisade synchronized sinusoidal waves
I spent a little time in the castle
But I never had that dream
I was always hipping through the catgrass living like the only little slugger who can sing

I don't see it I don't see it I don't see it clear but I hear it sometimes pretty good
Ricochet flash of a green birdfat feather sweet singing under keratin hooves
I've been going back and forth baby water holy war revolution isn't doing what I used to use it for
River high river roar stray dog wild boar we were staying at the farm hearing something in the dark dead heather predator snugglebuggy vetiver
Wishing I could just go there
Wishing I could just go be
Wishing I was hipping through the catgrass living like the only little slugger who can sing

Someone called it caught then it flit fauned off in a drip drawn reeling kind of rush
There's a careful way of falling there's a quiquiriqui calling and a downy bed of dust over what it maybe was
So a thanks be to Woody G gummy sap stack of leaves God loving every one of us going belly up and bust
Going belly up and belly up and belly up and belly up and belly up and belly up and belly up
And skip the stream memory kerosene kind of heat I remember you more than any kind of truth
More than blushfern silversage ruddy poet on the page
Downy eared cutty hogs digging in the resevoir
Monserrat money makers rooting in the rootabega
If we ever make it out of Spain
I'm hoping we don't make it that far
I'm hoping we'll be hipping through the catgrass living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm