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Parlour Tricks

by Sea Lungs

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lyrics

He scratched his neck skin bloodied
For he hadn’t slept for days
A self-inflicted claw to maybe cut through the malaise
Kneeling he incanted
From the grimoires yellowed page
A Latin phrase on eschaton to kick the end of days
The pulse was flickering wildly
As I lent to force the door
His body jerked in spasmic arcs there writhing on the
floor
--
They were thoroughly blasted
And their brow was plastered
Their intentions wretched
All strung out to stretch the days
And I heard the rumours
In a wash of vex-ed humours
To paint the room refurbished in a liquid sanguine
spray
--
Keep tight with Blavatsky, keep the ennui firm at bay
The cup spins on mahogany to keep them entertained
All kindling for the effigies he blithely sets ablaze
Witches teeth as mandibles in the coven where he
prays
The pulse was flickering wildly
And I swear you’d scarce believe
As we all lost track in the shades of black
Unfurling from his sleeve
--
Invitations to a dead man’s dream served with scones
and clotted cream
Hooked up tripping on entropy, it’s the greatest show
in town.
Eyeballs twitch in a jaundiced gaze, censers swing to
bring the haze
Frocked and followed by a court of knaves, draw close
and gather ‘round
Curtain lifted on a grisly scene, weights and pulleys on
the fuck machine
Eyes pinned back Ludovico-ing, we watched it all go
down
--

They were thoroughly blasted
And their brow was plastered
Their intentions wretched
All strung out to stretch the days
And I heard the rumours
In a wash of vex-ed humours
To paint the room refurbished in a liquid sanguine
spray

credits

released April 12, 2023
Music by Jarrad Robertson and Micheal Johnson
Lyrics written and performed by Andi Lennon
Mixed and mastered by Ant Banister for Mantravision Productions

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Sea Lungs Melbourne, Australia

Sea Lungs spin tales of Gin-soaked dockside demise. Bearing witness to the fall of a perverse empire and dancing to the sounds of the death rattle.

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