Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - The Songs

PreviousFull Song List Next

Wide Forehead

from the album Mother of All Saints

lyrics written by Mark Davies

Wide forehead swells at the gurgling of brains within. The curves and ridges tear.
Flakes fill the air and the bug-eyed embrace is ours. A nipple fills a stoma gill.
Sandpaper face, move your flappy limbs and flipper feet into a coarse caress.
False corridor, 2-D cloud tries to stop your heart. Your wide forehead blew it away.