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Butter

by Giant Skellies

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1.
A ghost on new wind is the best medicine tonight As the crowds go chasing The creepy little kid on his motorbike All alone burning fast Catch moonlight on helmets glass Far from home in a rogue cast Come midnight we'll spit and spat I can’t stand to hang through nights like that, no more Cause the clock keeps pacing I got a shadow laying waste coming back for more Wheel and stone cursing past What beauty in a moment's flash Wearing bones, the specters laugh Shade holds me while metals clash Impatient while I waited For you to come around You got me upside down Chasing traces of places Where I am not allowed You got me buttoned down
2.
Found a nail in the hammer’s throat Pulled it out, set it on the coast Came across a copse of trees Stripped the limbs and burnt the leaves Ashes formed a monument Haunts of dormant effigies Waves grow up to die Drifting towards a holiday Suspended in the wake Made a sail of unraveled rope Raised up the mast for the command post Castaways upon the sea The patterned maze is mesmerizing Here it is; infinite expanse of resounding shades Halcyon remains
3.
Never thought I'd get enough of you howling How long has it been since we cruised down the avenue? Where I tied my shoe, felt my blood renewed Well I never met a place that I wanted to stay wondering All of the days I knew Good enough to keep myself from running back To the haunts we laced with dirt and cigarettes Stranger on the Plain Every moment we are passing through a current Offset by a grove and a quake and a supplicant As our pulses race with the silhouette Well I never left a trace I was wasting away During all of the days I knew Well I sever and replace then pause To hold sway over every phase I knew Good enough to keep myself from running back To the haunts we laced with dirt and cigarettes Debutantes in lace skirts play Russian roulette all night long Stranger on the Plain
4.
My Number 05:07
I went on a trip to Amsterdam alone I cashed in all my chips And I called you up on the telephone And said “I'm never coming back” ...well not until my lungs turn black Not until my mind is blown And even then I'll linger on Until my money’s gone Until my friends are quietly deleting my number I'm back in town now, just playing around Every time you say a line I can think of ten that are just divine There's a mirror in my mirage Held captive in my garage Hey I learned this trick If you count the ticks You get a message from the beyond Until my money's gone Until my friends are quietly deleting my number
5.
No, I won’t pursue it until you drag it out Cut through it, and then we’ll figure it out Who knew it, would cost all our younger years We don’t speak much about it, at all Lost in a daydream since last fall Bella, our routine hideaway I would not have it any other way Well I won’t begin to call out for you You got me thinking bout the things that I want to do We don’t speak much about it, at all The weeks go on and on and on and on Bella, our routine hideaway I would not have it any other way Coloured over line by line What if you faced another ghost of mine? Cause I know that you know that nothing really matters So let’s go out and see a movie
6.
Out of Sight 05:49
Jack’s cold stranglehold tightens, menacing His age-old routine now in full swing Waiting trees hang gaunt their roots embracing Each begging time to please quit wasting Bury your memory in a wooden box Bring a map, take a pause God help me as I look, poor creature You take all joy that's near you Mother tears, wind whispers “awakening” Green springs, begin synthesizing Wading streams hang off between the spacing In a shallow bed, they push the pacing Bury your memory in a wooden box Bring a map, take a pause God help me as I look, poor creature You take all joy that's near you Over the course of three years and seven months I made a routine to take care of all my stuff I couldn’t remember where I’d left the keys I couldn’t remember where I’d left the keys And when I finally got it open, all alone, in that tiny room, with that tall ceiling It all flooded back. Every single thing.

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released June 6, 2020

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Giant Skellies Winnipeg, Manitoba

5 piece indie rock from Winnipeg Manitoba. Fun catchy tunes with big grooves and some spooky undertones.

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