Sugarplum homecoming from Pond Life by Cryptozoologists
Tracklist
| 5. | Sugarplum homecoming | 2:24 |
Lyrics
The orchards are all on fire. The smoke is sweet and stinging. I know the passion of this, even this feeling is shackled after in ashes to the mushroom picker's gentle singing.
I played my youth's hand: it was not very good. I just washed it out for a while by the ocean. And back along the roadside with angled thumb I met so many men bathing in the boggy pools of their ambiguity.
And like fine wine they held the fine line between sophistication and murder until the final moment.
The present is a poltergeist: it can't move on. Its repertoire an endless bag of old tricks vomiting by the dawn. And from the happy valley no one truly comes or goes, owners just slow bulldoze plots, crying, "All of this, all of this is mine!"
And on borrowed time, father needs to unwind as Judgment burns this shithole down and the fruit of his labours comes undone so easily.
The orchards are all on fire. The smoke is sweet and stinging. I know the passion of this, even this feeling is shackled after in ashes to the mushroom picker's gentle singing.
