Kayo Dot

The cathedral buried beneath another cathedral is where the glibbest instrument lay
And there it rests, exhausted,
While in the visible room, a band continues to play.
The insensitive diviner, feeling ill.
The beetle rolled over and time stopped
Suddenly the gospel pages multiplied
And my entire bookshelf reversed itself.
I dont want to be the melody
I prefer the choking sow
Who, while taking every care to parry
Has wound up with her head in the ground
And each of us choking on the cannonball with a sound
Cant help but sleep until its dark
And winter weighs on every bough
We watch you as you drown
And reach up to us on your way down
Youre hanging from your toes in a tiffany redoubt
Come back and Ill tell you more...
[ Clelia Walking Lyrics ]