Retreat
Retreat
Resign the pulpit on cats’ feet
It couldn’t be helped
You’ve lost the favor of the masses
Vascular rocks once sweet molasses
Catch only stick-on flies
Catching at goodbye
So much for the morning star
Horse’s head and a pit of tar
There is no pike at stake
Put away your silver cup and plate
As of late it seems
We’re running short on hours
Skin disease and burning towers
Adjust to fit the screen
No room for gates unseen
The gatekeeper is not what he seems
So much for the morning star
Horse’s head and a pit of tar
There is no pike at stake
Rows stocked fresh with amputees
Half asleep on hacked-off knees
Pantomiming hunchback pleas
With faces caked in salt
Is anything their fault?
No time to walk the burial grounds
Limbo kids won’t make a sound
From a sandbox sick with worms
They haven’t got the terms
To try and fill a speech
The worst off will suck on a leech
You can’t flesh out the old idea
So much for the morning star
There is no pike at stake
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024