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Plesiosaur

by ME REX

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1.
Lager Door 03:01
Oh sick Morning is apocalyptic And you miss When all you wanted was Love from a distance It tugs and tears Until the world is bare and The naked day parades I held you in a strange place But your appreciation lay like the sun across my face Raw revelation in split seconds of grace And if All those were days of gold At the time we just didn’t know Walked around like bashful ghosts Sweat all summer under my famous green raincoat Stay up late, watch the news, practice weird ironic dance moves If those were years of gold no-one told me and you Do you think of me As a set of stone formations A constellation Something held in space unchanging A distant beacon, A blister bleeding Dry dirt receiving thirstily Swelling in heat like mercury A time and a place that you’re glad that you caught until It constrains the perspective on A friendship you mourn still If those were days of gold At the time we didn’t know Waiting for your wings to grow You were going to fly all the way to Tokyo Nothing stops you nothing scares you I try my best to meet you there If those were days of gold no we didn’t care With your touch I have become obsessed My head is delicate From the top of the stairs I can still smell the sweat We are Miraculous freak accidents We are blessed Nothing matters, think about sex yes There is a chaos that only comes To every living thing once Indifferent to your unmade connections Then in a second is gone If those were days of gold At the time we didn’t know What crystallised in brittle snow was always going to Melt back in to the heat and smoke And me I pray out loud It’s basically all I do now Those were days of gold I just found out
2.
Jupiter pluvius flood me with all good shit Give me ecstatic fits of dance amid the catatonic monoliths He’s one of the pantheon Fucks like a champion And when the sun comes back out everything will be different Water underneath bridges like Milk in the morning A wilted flaccid sacrament Your crouching cruciate Form Then with your arms outstretched Loving him half to death Now buried deep in days between and crucial hours underneath They told me not to lock myself indoors with you But I was feeling kind of shaky like I needed some kind of proof Cassiopeia, Ursa Major, your face appearing in cracked brick formations But oh no you’re cold all over oh no you’re cold all over Jupiter pluvius flood me with all good shit Give me ecstatic fits of dance amid the catatonic monoliths He’s one of the pantheon Fucks like a champion And when the sun comes back out everything will be Better lesser heresies like these another winter week a sea where all these rivers and their tributaries meet The water I am carried on the grasping hands of angry gods Pulling cake out of my chest To turn back into dirt again because I am neither I am both And I’m each one on their own and Run between dead buildings radiating halos Cassiopeia, Ursa Major, your face appearing in rock formations like god in Lost objects no blood, bone or body Memory clings to gifts like we never wanted Jupiter pluvius flood me with all good shit Give me ecstatic fits of dance amid the catatonic monoliths He’s one of the pantheon Fucks like a champion And when the sun comes back everything will be different I will be the life and death Of this party yet I will be the life and death Of this party yet Jupiter pluvius Flood me with all good shit Give me ecstatic fits of dance amid the catatonic monoliths I like it when it’s bright and cold Biting the dirt of a bright burning autumn oh A celebration Of things gone before their time And the difficult unlovable things the light eventually finds
3.
Grief it never came to me in a straight line The days go disordered, all come at once or never arrive I inhale the hot, gorgeous august dust Morning flower fumes, clouds of car exhaust Breathing out the dissembled December nights I first heard the fear in your voice on the phone I want these things to align but they don’t The closeness in the costume of your clothes Anchored to a place now that’s stuck in time Bounce the hallowed walls of the freezer aisle Sit with meat in bombed out cathedrals all night I can feel cold calm sea water All of that exhausted anger All the rage and expectation All you stupid, sacred cancer yeah Punch the nothingness, acts of punctuation A punctured and fast deflating thing Breathing out until we are all empty skin I’m an obsolete war machine, I’m extremely glad to be here I’m glad but the fantasy, it just wasn’t deep enough still I’ve just got this one big emotion I drag behind me now everywhere I go Slip between days, they fall away from me See the future but cannot change a thing 5am somewhere, you remember me Morning, it’s the first of the century Nothing gets to drift frictionless through the world I still feel cold calm sea water All of that exhausted anger All the rage and expectation All you stupid, sacred cancer yeah Worlds constricting as if strangled All things twist and split and fracture Things all seem to fall apart while History’s assembled backwards Turns out I am a frightened animal I will run now until my heart explodes I wait for a song frozen in my throat I wait for some kind of great lightning bolt That makes me want to tear down all the pieces of heaven That I can grab in my shaking fist From the darkest part of a star-starved sky I have seen the band of unwavering light I have watched the garden descend into wilds I am no longer raging and terrified I no longer feel like I am just a child
4.

credits

released June 17, 2022

Myles McCabe - vocals, guitar, keyboards
Kathryn Woods - vocals, guitar
Phoebe Cross - vocals, drums
Rich Mandell - vocals, bass

Recorded at Resident Studios
Produced and mixed by Rich Mandell
Mastered by Tom Woodhead at Hippocratic Mastering

Artwork by Sophie Mackenzie

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