Keel - Volcano Choir

The propheteer

The prophet’s here

Only 'til August

Bearing down into the grass, down into the grass for me

The prophet’s come

The prophet’s good and stung

Gobbled up on cable wires

Dangling low + above the fires

They won’t work out like the lovely ones

High wires

That bring the heathens out for a fight

Ergo sum

The game’s grown young

There’s a danger now in the town below

And the hobble of gawker’s look across onto the road

There’s a tazor

And a brave young one

Spilling fiber like you, son

And the cherry pouts your lungs

Just stay here

Stay here just loving me

Or just STOP bloody loving me

See now

Sweep behind the gauzy curtain

High rise

High + wild

I pick at you, my limestone

When you fiddle with your red stone

What are you without your flint then, sonny?

Can’t count out your only lie

Can’t you cap out your only lie

Sitting fore

Keel…

Not before

I was in front

Of the pekid fountain

The whole time