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Mother, I'm Texture

from Water's Work by Naevus

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You saw my flight in the hallway
I saw your face on the stairs
I tried to be your son
I tried to be wholesome
But nature has never been fair

I was the man whom the trees loved
Digging through dust for a book
But now I’ve been caught for
Rappaccini’s daughter
She’s wiping the bait from the hook

Mother, I’m texture
I'm righting men wrecks her
Mother, I’m born many brood
Mother, I’m yawning
I slide on your morning
I chide and deride me your food

I know that you won’t understand this
But listen, I’ll try to explain
With poor imitations
And weak demonstrations
Why my friends all smell the same

The turkey-neck reeks in your kitchen
Your children are bound to complain
They sing in the toilet
While you stand and boil it
It’s aural, it’s nasal, it’s pain

Mother, I’m texture
I'm righting men wrecks her
Mother, I’m born many brood
Mother, I’m yawning
I slide on your morning
I chide and deride me your food

Now that I’ve spent all my sources
The drooling, the moth-like are gone
I’ll find a new place
For Lowly Worm shoelace
If that is what pushes me on

Mother, I’m texture
I'm righting men wrecks her
Mother, I’m born many brood
Mother, I’m yawning
I slide on your morning
I chide and deride me your food

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from Water's Work, released July 26, 2018
Words by Lloyd James.Music by Lloyd James and Joanne Owen.

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Naevus London, UK

Lloyd James: voice, guitar. Ben McLees: bass. Hunter Barr: drums. Sam Astley: guitar.

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