Landscape with the Fall of Icarus

by Estuaries

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released November 11, 2012

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Track Name: Worm Holes to Warmer Planets
Open right up
Let me inside
Either way we'll be eaten alive

Feeling when I am alone
When you're close to me I am growing
I am growing

The things I have
have never touched
I've seen the end
My time has come

I'm not afraid to live
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
I'm not afraid to die

I'm not afraid to live
I'm not afraid to live
I'm not afraid to live
I'm not afraid to die
Track Name: Friending the Violator
Move to Detroit and vote Democrat.
Rent a big old mansion for your three black cats.
Post everyday about how much you love the city.

You recycle everything, in your skinny jeans-
spin 45's and clip old magazines-
wish our country could be a bit more like Canada.

We hug and kiss every time we meet.
You tell all the boys that they're just so sweet-
and we all forgive a little drunken behavior...

But will you stay friends with the violator?
will you stay friends with the violator?
Will you stay friends with the violator now?
Track Name: A Wolf.
The Tallest Pines never block the moonlight falling.
Deep drifts of silence make it difficult to breathe.

Snarling at the shadows reveals fangs o’ frozen water.
Tepid tongues lap at her bloodied hands and feet

Ancient fears of a ceaseless distance,
shine in yellow eyes sprinting through the rooted night

All her warmth lies in abandoned memories,
hollow entrails lusting to be filled

Frigid whispers blowing blowing blowing blowing frigid whispers.
Vacant windows glowing glowing glowing glowing vacant windows.

Amphibian babe splashing naked in the star-tides
seems so natural to offer sacred teat.

Man’s red fire changes lust to comfort;
makes white devils cringe with its supple heat

Soft hands melt jaws sweet cooing lullalies sing
Come snuggle up to me my precious little boy

Give up the cold and the jaundiced iris;
be coddled fed and trained a Hector for new Troy.

Fig tree blossoms choking growing choking growing fig tree blossoms.
Salted cities sowing sowing sowing sowing salted cities

The soul on ice is comfort well worth hiding from.
Life fails like all the loves that have restricted us.
The soul on ice is comfort well worth hiding from.
Life fails like all the loves that have restricted us.
The soul on ice is comfort well worth hiding from.
Life fails like all the loves that have restricted us.

And when you see the sun is shining
steal some his gold
for next winter.

And when winters noose is broken,
can I be pardoned?
Will I be set free
to run wild?


Be made no cur; remember the aroma
of roasting flesh still stinks of collar and the leash.

And although for half the year the wolf is cold and lonely,
in spite of all your love, a dog is never free.
Track Name: Your Psychic is a Liar
Living ain’t easy
and your shrink’s a drunk
He can’t bear to listen
But prescribes you enough

And your friends are all children
and child molesters
Fed you to the wolves
waiting down by the river.

The street lights a-shining
remind the sky that it’s dark
She says, “I’ll let you kiss me
if you don’t leave a mark”

She never wears high heels
so she can run if she must
Cheetah’s are spotted
cuz they bruise with each touch

And you looked to the heavens
to make sense of the earth
Tracked down a psychic
to unbury your curse

The cracks in your palms
and the crook in your lip
showed the gas breathing housewife
how you looked in your slip

Slurred 3am call
you’d transcribed it all
you said that she said we’d be

You swore it was truth
the stars were the proof
You said that she’d talked about me


Your psychic’s a liar
I let words go, now go on with out me
I let her words go so go on and be free
If I let her words go, the why won't you leave me alone?

Your psychic's a liar.
Track Name: In the Rain, Antoinette
Love comes fast like rainstorms in spring
but the clouds never wait to see the flowers they bring
But if you're still alone when the leaves start to fall
I'll probably be glad to answer your call