Discommunication from Smear Kites by blurds

Waking up naked all tangled in web
I got a pair of geek glasses and a goose on my head
I keep having dreams where I'm swimming in place
Because my lover wears a mask on the back of his face

I've been kissed by a giantess with too many teeth
But my lover knows that she's a little girl underneath
Got a match too early but the flame don't burn
And I'm wondering when it's gonna be my turn

Discommunication
More real a life than this
I want to lose my substance in
Hermaphrodite's kiss

Lost in the books I sip my tea by
The red and green pavilion as my lady walks by
Another ten years of misunderstandings to go
And you know you can't excavate it easily
Writing your name til your thumb starts to blister
The chosen but you still can't talk to your sister
It's written in stone, go off and write a poem
Contemplate the resonance of decades alone

Discommunication
I want it but I don't
I need your hand to wake me
When the dreaming world won't

• Folk
• bedroom
• lo-fi
• tape hiss
• Portland