Estocadas
OF MONTREAL · Aureate Gloom 2015 · Track 08 of 10
Written by Kevin Barnes
Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift Oh-oh, oh-oh
Such a stupid offering, what it's meant to symbolize? Hostile immobility, is that something to prize? Floodlights generate a hum, render sleeping some myth of man Oh-oh, oh-oh
The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door This summer's been nothing but rain Nature is writhing in her own filth again
Took the bus to Plaza de toros on a dare You cried all through the bullfight and cursed me for taking you there Riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only Only estocadas
The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door This summer's been nothing but rain Nature is writhing in her own filth again