Debris​/​Detritus

by Dogfeet

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released October 3, 2015

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Track Name: Nowhead
Move us from the stink of this
drag the ball and chain
push it through
Rise!
There is nothing left to bury
there is nothing left to eat
the well is dry
the bones are bleached
we are sinking in the peat

Without Nowhead

Stopping buzzing at it’s corpse
Burn it!
Inhale the Fumes
Take a second, wipe the smile
and the sputum from your shoe

It’s all dead
It’s all gone
It joins the bruising sky

and let it make no sense to us
we won’t let the dead things lie

We’ve eaten from it
shared it’s flesh
it’s shaped the way we move
but digest it! Assimilate
Push it through!

(Climb off that dead horse, it’s through)

Nowhead!
Without Nowhead!
Track Name: Detritus #1
Debris!
Detritus!
The septic tank, hole dug, dank.
Stand down, stand in it.
This hole dredged!
And filled with shit.

Dig Deeper, Dig Deep!

Steeped in rot and fetid scraps.
Dig deep to see the sky,
Detritus.

No time for platitudes,
for lewd murmmerings.
The drones of industrial clattering.

Fill it in,
Light the fumes.
These daaays,
These days are coming to an end.

The day is done,
the night is torn.
The needle and the yarn.

A pin prick in the black boxes,
painted in layers of ink.

Weave for me.
Weave for me,
Detritus!
Track Name: The Sycamore #2
The wind hangs on webs,
and it sleeps in its arms
a playground for snakes and dusts.

It’s in the water
It’s bloat
It’s rot

Leaves for the grey sink,
and then mired.
Waist deep in the sink.
I am sunk.

The Sycamore is dead.
And winter lungs again.
It yawns,
to no end,
it’s in my arms.

The Sycamore is dead.