Lyrics Night Shout, Bird Tongue - Hypnopazūzu

Night Shout, Bird Tongue

Neither coming nor going but
WAS/IS/SHALL BE
The UTTER ANCIENT OF DAYS:
The GOLDEN CHARIOT—
Unlucky us—
The ancient dater is dead
And by the time you read this
(This is PalmLight twice)
(This is PalmLight twice)
(This is PalmLight twice)
The light over the Moon
The Sun and its tails
The tall grass
Bending like words
As new as shells
As nooses over the Moon
In frank kisses at WolfLight
Stars lips like killing queens
Tracking time
Through teeth and wings
The middle angels
Did not speak
And did not speak
In teeth and winds
But their words
Rushed like winds
Reporting laughter
Joyful in your mountain
Splashing drones at Ēostre
Wiping away
Kings and Things
Skipping synagogues
(April—May—June—JULY)
(April—May—June—JULY)