Looking Wet in Public

by Palehorse

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credits

released July 1, 2016

Palehorse is: Ben, James, John, Mark, Nikolai

Recorded and mixed by: Wayne Adams at Bear Bites Horse Recording Studio, East London, November 2015

Mastered by: Alan Douches at West Side Music, New Windsor, New York, January 2016

Additional vocals on Lambs To The Laughter: Kendall Robbins

All songs were written in spaces you can't leave in the event of catastrophic fire

All these words were written in tongues and saved in file format seed.doc

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Track Name: Half Lizard / Half Lizard
This is the last chance
Ever since the house burnt down
Lonely alone, is only alone
Calculated alchemy, of Jack, Coke and vanity

This is the last chance
Lonely alone, is only alone
Ever since the house burnt down
Lonely alone, is only alone

All that I want is drenched in the eyes
Splinters in brine
Handprints in wine

All that I want is hopeless remorse
Painful remorse
Endless remorse

All that I want is drenched in the eyes
Splinters in brine
Handprints in wine

All that I want is drenched in the eyes
Drenched in the eyes
Drenched in the eyes

Hopeless remorse
Hopeless remorse

All that I want is drenched in the eyes
Splinters in brine
Handprints in wine

All that I want
Hopeless remorse
Painful remorse
And spit on the spine

All that I want
Splinters in brine
Handprints in wine
And spit on the spine

All that I want
Is drenched in the eyes
Track Name: Miserable Heroin Addict vs. Jehovah's Witness Guy
Charting the pace of the lice on the linen
Scouring the papers for news of our children

All I want, is us alone
Somewhere out of town
You fucked up, me tied down

Sucking the holes for the last of the venom

I, asked her to, slowly feed you
She, requested, a shopping list
I, responded, it’s not my job
To, determine, the course of death

Praising the neighbours for skinning the dogs
Shaking the infant to hear how she coughs

All I want, is us alone
Somewhere out of town
You fucked up, me tied down

Me tied down
Me tied down

He, objected, “Why am I here?”
She, ignored it, “Open your mouth”
He, dejected, lowered his jaw
Then, she gave it, her everything

To, her credit, she shut him up,
I, remember, the sense of fear
When, I cut my, own body up
And, didn’t have, the heart for it

The heart for it
The heart for it

Pounding lovers’ lips alone
Force fed trash
Leaving fragments of the bone

Six, five thousand, or others?
Four, eight thousand
Track Name: Lambs To The Laughter
Don’t talk over me
I just need a minute
Where were you last night?
You’re pathetic
Don’t talk over me

The things I’ve known, adorn my bones
Crawling into the pig tin, only twelve hours to go
Slithering creep of the shore, gumless teeth of the mountaintops
Abalone shells and plastic cups, where the intrigue stops
Track Name: The Shower
False arrest
Carwash of cigarettes and bourbon stench
False friends revoltingly … alarmingly undressed
Slippery, stained fingers, slip-slide and clench

Happy hour?
Happy hour?!
Unhappy disaster
Scratching grooves into flesh, to what end?
Unloved one’s love bodies in plaster

You’re shuddering? Take my scarf
Ungrateful. Go home, you’re drunk
Or another? Fuck, why not?
We’re fucking dripping, and we’ve got what we’ve got

The shower
No story
It’s fucking cold
In the shower

Limp spaghetti
Jeans over handrail
Creaking floor
ITV4

Sucking on dead dry dirt
Sand teeth tectonic cracks

Deep stitched in tongue
Stillborn helix neck to spine

Limp wrist, waist of a stranger
Coughing of the neighbour
Underwear, everywhere
Underwear, everywhere

Hairbands, tins with ash
Shaft of light, lids collapse

Hairbands, tins with ash
Shaft of light, lids collapse

Where is the shower?
Where is the shower?
Track Name: Terrifying Japanese Coldplay Documentary
Hell breaks loose
I’ve had my day of glory

Paranoid, hypocrite in white jeans
Bleeding dentures in a zip-lock bag

Think of the home, of the home that you’ve broken
Throw your lungs open, in hoping they’re open
Cinching the Ides, Cinching the Ides
Children in high-vis, and cancer survivors

Cigar marks
Sobbing strangers fucking in car parks
Scarred tar stacked higher
Than Marvin Gaye’s question marks

Warm wounds kissed clean
For baby’s ashes in the apple carts
But will it take a butcher’s knife?
To know that we’re all in love?

Let’s be pleased with it
Your lies in bad jeans, bad genes
Turncoat lizard
Wide smile and bright teeth
Track Name: 1893
Collapse of grin
A century ago

I don’t eat anymore

I don’t eat anymore

The abortion clinic opened
The day after you were born

After you were born

And we drift across
Acres of pine trees
In hope and memory

Perfectly placed
Bones interlaced

But you’re deceased
The scheme of skin
Un-fresh sheets
Around me
Around me

Oh, save me?
Threadbare and cheap and burdened
As an early ghost to a sullen womb
Screaming, in love, in a servant’s corridor
And I’m not yet born
And I’m not yet born