Colluding corners
from Plumed & Desiccated by William Ryan Fritch
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lyrics
These walls are numb.
thoughts that come on dove's feet may guide the world but there is no perch here.
the stillest words may bring the storm, but our ears are not atuned to the coughing of ghosts; but for the odor of dusty eternities.
My narrow chest struggles , cant respire my own empty branches.
No supple persuasion, that fig did not grow from my tree. quickening & turning on the threshing floor. But I still hear the tooth-rot of silver in the rattle of my empty pail.
When the diet soda hounds smell a dollar, all men talk big and unimaginative. when the fowl's dusty eyes see blood, pecking party begins. Make all thats hollow. resound of rhythm and we will dance and collide together All we want is bread and circuses, but when the currency is debauched we'll feed off pennies of blood from tragedies, bullfights and crucifixions, neither courage or cowardice saves us. Caress the pomp and parlor of our peacocks pride , and we'll be frog marching off cliffs.
I pray for a vacant synapse, so that I may never see red or green again.
Every wall winces, for the corners are colluding.
Stomachs are remorseless minds and seas.
though i throw my throat to anchor, it will surely flounder or rust altogether in the briny pits of my salty seething weight.
All that is anchored, can flounder or rust altogether,
neath the salty seething weight
thoughts that come on dove's feet may guide the world but there is no perch here.
the stillest words may bring the storm, but our ears are not atuned to the coughing of ghosts; but for the odor of dusty eternities.
My narrow chest struggles , cant respire my own empty branches.
No supple persuasion, that fig did not grow from my tree. quickening & turning on the threshing floor. But I still hear the tooth-rot of silver in the rattle of my empty pail.
When the diet soda hounds smell a dollar, all men talk big and unimaginative. when the fowl's dusty eyes see blood, pecking party begins. Make all thats hollow. resound of rhythm and we will dance and collide together All we want is bread and circuses, but when the currency is debauched we'll feed off pennies of blood from tragedies, bullfights and crucifixions, neither courage or cowardice saves us. Caress the pomp and parlor of our peacocks pride , and we'll be frog marching off cliffs.
I pray for a vacant synapse, so that I may never see red or green again.
Every wall winces, for the corners are colluding.
Stomachs are remorseless minds and seas.
though i throw my throat to anchor, it will surely flounder or rust altogether in the briny pits of my salty seething weight.
All that is anchored, can flounder or rust altogether,
neath the salty seething weight
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from Plumed & Desiccated,
released October 17, 2011
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William Ryan Fritch California
William Ryan Fritch is a composer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and producer currently based in Oakland, California.
His compositions are characterized by his unique range as a multi-instrumentalist and audio engineer, allowing him to realize large ensemble arrangements found in folk, Indie-rock, electronica,
Hip-hop, World and orchestral music as a solo endeavor.
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