Head Messing
June 29th, 2008New Birdw0rks pseudosingle: “Head Messing”
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Rhythm loops include a snippet of manically-laughing Chumplick, Fleecie saying “thibbit” (or something), me eating a cheese and onion crisp on the banks of Loch Fyne, and the clang from an East River barge.
“Measuring by steps that are ornament or
Ensnared by the words that were said in vent and
All in all and all and a measured ‘snap’ and
I’m struck and I’m dumb and I’m gone
Poking with fun at a babbled breath we
Measure with a gun what of the mind that’s left
If the instinct’s wrong, then I’m already done and
I’m light and I’m rushed but I’m gone
Messing with the heads deep in the water and sun
Looking at the world through a mouthful of gum
I’d like to run around but now my feet have just shrunk and
I’m hit and I’m stunned and I’m drunk
Running face down and holding on for skin, you see
The physical trigger was bigger than this
If the instinct’s right then I’m gone past gone and
I’m smacked and I’m cracked and that’s that
(All said and done, we walk away
We’re sad and gone in every way
But, in a part of us it still remains
To linger on this same refrain)
Measuring by steps that are ornament or
Ensnared by the words that were said in vent
All in all and all and a measured ‘snap’ and
I’m struck and I’m dumb and I’m gone
Taking on a look and then the wink is passé
A position for a passion that’s gone beyond fey
Once again, the truth is that I’ve nothing to say
I’m corked, I’m balked, I’m done.”





























