An insatiable, lascivious leech,
is writhing in dirty water,
to latch on and suck from
an already withered wench.
This foul hunger
for all the secret creases.
This foul hunger
for every unpleasant scent
conditioned to bliss.
This foul hunger
for every heavenly impurity.
How can a mind have such a focus?
Desire burns me
to convulsive conniption.
Desire churns my innards
nearly to apoplexy,
nearly to apoplexy.
No, to pleading!
Deary, please, have mercy on me!
Yeah, deary, please, have mercy on me
and my, my, my, my, my
foul hunger
for all the secret creases.
This foul hunger
for every unpleasant scent
conditioned to bliss.
This foul hunger
for every heavenly impurity.
How can a mind have such a focus
and maintain such a society?
How can a mind have such a focus
and maintain such civility?
How can a mind have this focus?
You hording wyrm!
Adorning yourself
to prink and prattle
but never please
this disease that pricks me so.
And I'm begging you, please!
Deary, please, have mercy on me,
yeah, have mercy on me
and free me from the chains
these chains
these chains of
foul hunger.
for all the secret creases.
This foul hunger
for every unpleasant scent
conditioned to bliss.
This foul hunger
for every heavenly impurity.
How can a mind have this focus?
Temptress behind the gates of sadism,
press yourself against its rigid bars
to find my rigid bar
and free us both
from the chains
oh, these chains,
from these chains
the chains of nature.
And peace, peace, now, peace, peace, now
peace, peace, now, (I have no) peace now,
peace peace now, (bring me vivid liberty) peace,
peace now, peace, peace now!
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022