Boars

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Boars by Haley Heynderickx

Boars Lyrics

[00:35.80] Chicken wire hacks half-facts in the flashbacks, hoofing through the split-shot sod
[00:40.69] There's a crow king cawing at the grunt-snout, mawing through the body of the burially dog
[00:46.17] Ring it out slow, ring it high, make it glow like the crickets in the telephone haze
[00:51.49] Stag-shape runaway, busted-bumper palisade, synchronized, sinusoidal waves
[00:56.47] I spent a little time in the castle (I spent a little time in the castle)
[00:59.02] But I never had that dream (but I never had that dream)
[01:02.12] I was always hipping through the catgrass, living like the only little slugger who can sing
[01:16.47] I don't see it, I don't see it, I don't see it clear, but I hear it sometimes pretty good
[01:21.66] Ricochet flash of a green, bird-fat feather, sweet-singing under keratin hooves
[01:26.84] I've been going back and forth, baby, water, holy war, revolution isn't doing what I used to use it for
[01:32.16] River high, river roar, stray dog, wild boar
[01:34.81] We were staying at the farm, hearing something in the dark
[01:37.47] Dead heather, predator, snuggle-buggy vetiver
[01:40.18] Wishing I could just go there
[01:42.56] Wishing I could just go be
[01:45.15] Wishing I was hipping through the catgrass, living like the only little slugger who can sing
[01:59.74] Someone called it, caught, then it flit, fawned off in a drip-drawn, reeling kind of rush
[02:04.74] There's a careful way of falling, there's a quiquiriquí calling
[02:07.30] And a downy bed of dust over what it maybe was
[02:09.88] So a thanks be to Woody G, gummy sap, stack of leaves
[02:12.75] God loving every one of us
[02:14.90] Going belly-up and bust, going belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up
[02:20.63] Skip the stream, memory, kerosene kind of heat
[02:23.28] I remember you more than any kind of truth
[02:25.71] More than blushfern, silversage, ruddy poet on the page
[02:28.57] Downy-eared cutty hogs digging in the reservoir
[02:31.15] Monserrat money-makers rooting in the rootabega
[02:33.76] If we ever make it out of Spain (if we ever make it out of Spain)
[02:36.52] Hoping we don't make it that far (hoping we don't make it that far)
[02:38.95] I'm hoping we'll be hipping through the catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm (catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm)
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From the album: What of Our Nature