Thin Air by Cloud Ruins

LYRICS

I'm stumbling out the door this morning
looking to pick a fight with thin air
add a little something to nothing
now you got 27 pieces of flair
you always get your dollars worth of this, you're certain
but the rolling rock of the buck stops here

now you see
you're just where you started again
said you were digging a hole but you were pretending to pretend

I'm squandering all my quarters this evening
picking a street fight with the Russian bear
getting busy and numb in the fingers
feeling nothing down below and upstairs

the horn of plenty is empty, baby
cacophonic cornucopia of glossolalic cheer
hear the wind repeating again
the snowman takes a dip in the pooling deep end...

struck by a stratraphore,
parsed in a pataform,
punched in the paunchadore – New Hammerford.
Blammo-core hegemort, blabber-door, butter-chore galore
slurry all filth no furry.
Hoarding the mind pie - plattertude - such lassitude.
A Thing thinking the thing thinking.
Thank thonkatude, bleat beatitudes
Wheatabrix,
Wanker gone Wonkers
tank tonkers
canker conquer
banker gone bonkers,
dank dongle,
the gamers are goners
- oh what a humdrum bummer -
lets strum another...

• East Coast
• Experimental
• experimental electronic
• indie pop
• noise
• weird
• Halifax