I help myself to her gifts
Dished up with every shake of her hips
They bring me out from under my stone
Like an animal without a backbone
In the light of the moon
She’ll remake my face
Glass eyes, cat’s eyes tied in place
Frayed lips part from
A fracture-like grin
Felt-tip lines on tightened skin
An under-bite, a jaw wired shut
Words tangled up
Vulpine vowels, an inarticulate howl
The things I’ve seen
In those magazines…
Last night the stars were wreathed in black
I stared into the void
And the void stared back
I’ll wait here for what I like
I’ll wait here for what I lack
credits
released October 8, 2015
Written and Performed by Black International. Engineered by Andrew Bush at Chateau P and Niall Sinclair at Chamber Studio, Edinburgh. Mixed by Andrew Bush. Additional recording by Stewart Allan. Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music, New York.
This Glasgow band is less straightforward or formulaic than many others currently treading the '80s post-punk path. These songs are winged. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 22, 2017