Defective from homebodies by Construction & Destruction

Before we begin, we anticipate the end;
neither glad, either way.
We are experienced and relaxed all the time.
Before I begin the end is held above me;
hangs by twine, and sways and sways,
and I have to talk it down.

“Take it down a notch, my friend”, I say.
“You are a good person!” I say.
“We all have struggles, sometimes.
We are all defective!” I call.
“We are all defective!” I call.

What are you feeding us?
Don’t taste like anything;
it’s neither fowl, nor foul.
How are you eating these days?
You know, taste ain’t everything:
antifreeze is sweet.

“You know what that sounds like?” I say.
“We made a bum purchase,” I say.

King Cobbs, crocks, and candy;
that’s all.
Is no more exotic than me.

“It’s carcinogenic!” I call.

“You know what that sounds like?” I say.
“We made a bum purchase,” I say.

King Cobbs, crocks, and candy;
that’s all.
Is no more exotic than me.

We are all infected, with it!
We are all infected, that’s it!
We are all defective, that’s all!
We are all defective, that’s it!

• Experimental
• Independent
• Singer-songwriter
• Spook Rock
• avant-garde
• noise
• Port Greville