Patron saints of excrement navigate the rescuing teams. Search party dizzy dance distantly listening for screams. But see how I’m kept living. Would you be so forgiving? If you had a shred of me in your pedigree teeth would you feel my position complete? Well I understand that I’m the pet, how could I ever forget? See how smoothly the transfer goes. Dozens of calls from home in thousands of ringtones all claim to know what it’s like. I’ve never been to Stockholm. If he’s gotta cut it, I don’t mind. Scatter it on the ground. I never heard that sound, swear I don’t have to. There’s something in the way he’s saying our angel’s underground. It’s so profound, the recognition ignites in your face. You taught me that god’s a man, and this is a holy land.
released May 27, 2018
Produced by: Graham Galbraith-Nolan