Well the ocean is a snakeskin that I found in the basement
where we laid under my staircase and swallowed all my blankets
and your eyes did tell they went like rivers through my mouth
And the mountains and the pavement all got tangled with engagements
while the rich men sign their pay checks and procreate with statements
and the red ribbon moon hangs like a trophy on the shelf
I got a bad idea I think I'll keep it to myself
I came home early and you were dancing by the door all with
junk mail in your pockets and dead bolts on the floor
and you said tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
And the sheriff on the mattress he was flipping through an atlas
while his wife was striking matches with a hot pastrami sandwich
in her powder blue dress and her white platform shoes
I got a bad idea and I got nothing left to lose
I came home early and you were dancing by the door all with
junk mail in your pockets and dead bolts on the floor
and you said tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
And you and I we are like children fractures of the moment at our feet
the dreams of our fathers will remind us again
that the whole wide world is asleep
credits
from KONG,
released March 7, 2014
TJ Kong - Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Dan Cask - Drums
Joshua JAM Machiz - Upright Bass
Josh Olmstead - Lead Guitar
Rosie Langabeer - Wurlitzer, Hammond
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