Frog Eyes - Masticated Outboard Motors lyrics

rate me

What is a city without lines?

A forest floor with some children that don't work no more

I am the bush that peeks through blinds

Don't fall behind, rain makes the sheets

For high-tide bakers who bake fancy cakes for magistrative sensitives

And anyone who is for the disconnective gestures of the frontline blue blood pedlars

Sign off, their mothers are boars

Hold the lines, the ferries are sinking

Set upon, wait, your face

I fought the radar

Isle of Paul, the backs are breakers

Anyone you're thinking of?

We come from cities

We built the cities

What is a charter without maids?

While the beaches are cold

Set the branches so they burn like gold

And bold sensations for the broken home urchins

Buy their shells, I thought about it

Ferries and bowlers and maybe we're headed for the bottom

Frozen lake, love and sons of divorce

I feel my kind is beating blood upon night's door

What for, dear?

Tell me what for

Hold the lines and blow your feathers

Ripe for the birthing

I fought the radar

The city you live in is a magistrative nightmare

Famous lakes

We burnt the back seats

Oh mastication, we hate the front lines