I want my records back

and that motorcycle gas tank

that I, spraypainted black

the owls have been talking to me

but I'm sworn to secrecy



I woke up in

a burnt out basement

sleeping with

metal hands

in a spirit ditch



the moon it will rise with such

horse laughter

it's dragging pianos to the ocean

if I had a home

you'd know it'd be

in a slide trombone



I woke up in

a burnt out basement

sleeping with

metal hands

in a spirit ditch



(mum on answerphone interlude)



I woke up in

a burnt out basement

sleeping with

metal hands

in a spirit ditch