FRENCH OF THE BIRD LYRICS (2020)



HERE I'M 1
This is the first time learning the thing that I am learning
I've never felt so ill-prepared!!!!
The only thing I know is...
..wait...




HERE I'M 3
Am I as good?? As I had been? As they?
They gingerly tell me it was great, really it was
Oh, but I didn't feel that! Stop dressing my wounds
And pay attention to the thing being torn
assunder over there
Did you even catch any of it? Was it good?
High energy, and left and right tripping into swamps


SQUEEKBEAT
squeek squeek a leek


KNIFE TORNADO
I'm a tornado of knives
No semaphore, no semaphore needed, I'm going now
No ceremony, no ceremony in placing me in the ground
Wasn't this just a trick to make your friends proud?
The crown of my skull's loosely resting on my head like an inverted bowl
(what a hippo-croht)
I was told that your skull has no nerve endings inside
I wonder when they looked inside my brain they could sense my pride
Oh, I'm a tornado of knives


CREEPYBEAK'S CHARGE
O Creepybeak, o Creepybeak
Your beak is wicked creepy (2x)
Yours is a strange and pointed beak
it makes me ill, and kind of week
O Creepybeak, o Creepybeak
Your beak is wicked creepy
(...what’s THAT? Everybody - run)


MICROWAVED HAWAII
instrum.


HERE I'M 4
Just because you're tetanoid don't mean
we're not proud of you!
I've issued a tornado warning for myself
A horse is getting nervous, tossing air around
it's a harmless fog, but it embitters fast
Quick - I need something sweet
I need and antidote
I need foam, syrup, cream
to administer in a dignified trick
carefully, and lovingly fooling an animal
soften my muscles
prancingly away
from a lock-ed doom







HERE I'M 2
Wasting away in hip public rooms in Montreal,
Coffee-slops and bougie bakeries with pads of paper on table
Glum and feining forwardness with this image
(or honestly, maybe trying to coax it)
Who am I thinking will walk in?
Well, is this not where I wanted to be?
Yes, but--this is the longest funeral that I have ever felt
No yellow, orange or bright red could rescue me from me
Where have you gone, Zoe?


MANDELBROT JIVE
E-P-I-T-O-M-E
be the hell u want to c
E-N-T-I-T-Y
lemme show u how to exorcise ur enemies + impress ur friends
ECHIDNA + HECATE
are separate by just 1 degree
light is not ur enemy
destruction is also energy
Now try running up + down ur stairs a billion times!!!
Hey!!


DRIVE
Drive drive drive drive drive drive drive over me, baby
Pure
And embryonic
Crossed with frosting
A tremulous light
(So much, so badly, so much so badly)
Oh! I'm having a time with a dimmer swimmer
(So much, so badly, so much, so badly)
I need sweetness--no, just honey
Never won't enlighten me
(Never won't enlighten me)
Steady, easy does it,
Come on now, back into the water you go,
You will not sink
You know how to go
I bet you could!
I need sweetness--no, I need sacredness
More than I need security
(Witch voices)


BATS BRING IN A LITTLE NIGHT
(Big Fred in Maine)
instrum.

BOW IN THE MELT
instrum.

RETURN TO SHADOWCHUSETTS
Silurian landscapes in my uncomforting dreams
mix in places I don't want to go
a thousand dark roads I remember being dragged down
in the high summer, through the moors,
on my way to Shadowchusetts


FOSSIL’S DREAM LYRICS (2015)


MELLOW-TRON
down in the glades where i sit with you again,
particles begin their spin
and every thought we have is wired to our brains,
transmitting through our hands.
beneath us,
dead fossils are dreaming pale dreams,
swimming up to just beneath the surface,
in movement with the phases of the moon.
there's rhythm, and i'm humming like a mellotron


PULMONA LISA
there is a woman
and they call her pulmona lisa
she don't talk too much
but she smiles and she
brea-ea-ea-ea-eathes
she takes deep breaths in
and out, and while the
people break their backs trying to
get round obstacles
she floats effortless-
ly over them on a
trail
of
bubbles
i met a boy hiding in a mailbox, i said
"what are you hiding from?"
he said, he wasn't sure, he said
"my amygdala has final say over EVERYTHING i do, so
i stay out of the way of the happy confident people so they don't ask me questions."
they asked me if i was a trypophobic
and they showed me some pictures...
(!!!g34r6ta#$^&E!)
but a hand or an indigo child could bring me to tears
they said, "there must be something wrong here"
and showed me some more...
(@#&^ERDF@E*&DG!!)
but they never once got to the deepest part of my fears...
anyway:
that woman, the one they call pulmona lisa,
think i'd like to try to be her
and live underneath
what people consider to be sanity (sharp and sanitary)
like foxes and bugs and cats living in trashcans know,
that it's never too late to be loved


GUMBO JUMBO
i love fargo, and fargo loves me
i heard voices in my head so i smashed my tv
i'm not interested in what you're trying to sell me,
why you trying to manipulate me?
outcast, canyon-sized,
everybody pick a side (L/R)
outcast, stigmatized
everybody close your eyes to the spectacular lies
animals are looking gravely at us
and we keep our eyes conveniently apart
and sharks and butterflies when they're
dead behind the glass
don't give a fuck about your piece of modern art
PEOPLE WITH THEIR HANDS CLAMPED
SHUT ON THEIR EARS
WILL ALWAYS SEE THE WORLD THEIR WAY
AND THEY'LL FIGHT THE FATIGUE IN
THEIR ARMS AS THEY HOLD THEM
SO THEY DON'T HAVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU SAY
now i am not a diplomat that keeps a vile of cynicism
pushed in my pocket to wash my hands of this world
no i really tie myself to the tracks like this because
i want to see my wings unfurl


DAY 1

where have i been today? my sunshine is gone
where have i been today? my sunshine is gone
could've sworn i woke up laughing yesterday on the lawn
when pastel light was breaking, but the sunshine gone
someone got on in colma who reminded me of me
i turned my face to the rushing
landscape and tried not to see
that's when the humming started deep inside my head
as mute whiteness crept up and ossified
my confidence into a milk-lead
i've got a bag of obstacles waiting for me
but i'd like to sign my name on the cast on your knee
cars on the freeway, sunshine following me
it becomes day quicker here than i ever thought it'd be


BLOODY TEEF (SAINTS)
dear mr, highway patrol, i've got it under control
and i'd like to make it to boston tonight if i can,
i could have easily taken the wrong exit and ran
and avoided spilling my guts and my cool in the snow
i am and have always been a flailing kite,
but weighted with a muscle of stubborn stoicity
i had to prove i was a strong girl, but my body still hurt
if i were an elephant, i'd lift my wise ancient head
i'd never forgive you and i'd never forget what you said:
"what are they doing up there?"
why should i care?
they're not saints.
"did you put fish into the magistrate's soup?"
they inquired. i said, "my golly, i hope not."
lately, it seems the only movement around
me are those of the roots
tying me down to the spot.
my arms are blistering from holding all this excess weight,
i can't even soak in rays from the sun.
blue veins make such a pretty sense when nothing does:
atoms swarming, collapsing as one.
my dear, you know you've got some sun
and your summer-bruised eyes look tired.
you're far too green to be blue.
one day you'll learn that your bloody teeth
won't do you favors,
you're the only one strong enough to carry you.


OH
oh when will things start to make sense to me?
i've been walking around with my head
in a vertigo conductant jelly
(and the lightning is getting fairly close
...am i feeling lucky? i don't know)
i went to talk to my barefoot friend in the falls-town, and she said:
take it to zeus in the ionosphere,
he might tell you what to do
oh why do the things I need
to understand lay underneath a viscous layer of mud?
i've been floating in the garden over
the place where i previously stood
the moths (butterflies) in my belly are
holding me above the ground,
disguised as wet, heavy leaves until now
i went to talk to my anarchist friends who looked at me with cloudy eyes and
they said:
take it to zeus in the ionosphere,
he might tell you what to think
he might tell you to kiss his ring, but i'll tell you one thing:
there's nothing you can tell him
that he doesn't already know
and i said OH: what if i already know?...
and i said OH: what if i don't WANT to know?...

PANGAEA
when i sat and looked up at the veins of the trees
i felt something colossal shift in my mind
as if the groaning heaves of Eon came loose below me
and sent me staggering for a moment in time
and with my arms extended outward ahead,
i try to feel every bead of blood in my bones
i've never been very good with saying what i mean
but i've an even worse fear of saying
nothing and being alone
when the prokaryotic seas swam
and the atmosphere boiled
they took all that they wanted without care
they were children! they explored!
how could they possibly know
that they'd soon die out once they used up all of their air
and i'd like to say that it doesn't bother me much
i can look back, learn the lessons and be satisfied.
but i kid myself trying to carry the
weight of the phanerozoic race
with my mitochondria screaming from inside
and when i was a creature living in Pangaea
i looked up at the sky and would feel afraid
but the cold shine of stars warmed our bodies in the dark,
the same dust from which we were made
and i'd like to say that it doesn't bother me much
i can find peace by looking inside
but i kid myself when i stare into the eyes of the ocean
and it blamelessly looks back, knowing i'm
the one who has something to hide
tell me: when you were a creature living in pangaea
did you look up at the sky and feel afraid?
did the cold shine of stars warm your body in the dark?
did you question once the dust from which
they were made?



all words/lyrics by S Kochanski / Wishbone Zoe 
wishbonezoe@gmail.com