exactitude from perfect visuals by anatole anatole anatole

gravediggers build their own machines,
carry it over to the next generation,
extinct with a hiss and suppuration,

all we can do is wait

we’ll be okay behind bricks, behind it
we keep up the same routine
zoo animals: invisible cages
if everything’s a stage

we wait, we sit here, we wait

things will solve themselves
we’re safe here, behind it

art a revolution, war a revelation
but I have neither, I’m comfortable waiting
waiting for something better to come along
sixty million registered strong

we wait, we’ll always wait

the weight when we come face to face
with fate and it’s dirty, plum nose

• Experimental
• amateur
• drones from hole
• drones from piano
• lo-fi
• Nashville