Kayo Dot – Don’t Touch Dead Animals

Kayo Dot – Don’t Touch Dead Animals Lyrics

Artist: Kayo Dot
Song: Don’t Touch Dead Animals

Part one the song’s begun
Around and around the needle slinks
And with each passing bar
The circle shrinks

Round and round and round she goes
And if reversed the circle grows
A hazy regard tethers me to the redbrick hill
Where it’s always an early, misty grey

Whose eminence lay in the peas beyond the wall
And corralled its cloudy eye black to bleat
Some held out gusty day compelling me to give up
Constantly moving around buckеts in a room

To catch blood only visible to the robin in grey
And blurrеd into the carpet by the stairs a rosy visionaire
Purposefully early came the ivy-gartered day
M: Sending to bed all the greater creatures and rousing every ruminant

T: See each low animal with a stomach on the wane
M: Each morning baby’s eight perfect toes and the eight things they represent
T: I’m guiding blind and bleeding bodies in the bay
M: I’m guiding cold and congregating ululates by accident

Part two
We continue
Each tiny groove the needle fill
Contains within what smaller still

Analogous ariel
Becomes a paper
With a hole
Propellor of Death is a lucky whirl

No shiny climby silver stair
Found secret in a book I read
Between pages one and a hundred-one
Reveal a druggy follicle finding

Sweat and pounded’round
Some unliving pile
Evasive with the vigor of vanity
My constant shady articulation of form

An outside exultante
Lapse a dog is symmetrical
Sermon on tape to remind me
I feel it’s iron and brick to a greater profanation

Here lies the exultation of an ordained aberrant
Translation of God into a comedy
There isn’t any more time to mend all the moss in the mound
Each moist molecule replays the facts in an atomonous web of weary

I’m telling you this because I don’t want us to be divided
Sojourn and walk a sightless vocation through the murky mezzanine
I’m standing atop the crystalline winter weaving
That troubles itself to sink in the skyless morning divided

Over and over, again and again, the whistling
Of the spectral bird that I’m riding
A parochial fistula in the furrow of a holy bazaar
Behold the gasp that’s my inevitable punctuation

I can’t stand in the sight of the eyeless morning divisa
Unpopular methods of cosmogonal factuous enmity uncertain
What I see is a marble spiralling ’round a negative drain
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Kayo Dot Lyrics – Don’t Touch Dead Animals

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Release Year: 2006