Bea Aboo from Insect Politics by deaththreads

And I think I got the Morbs last night
Talking to you all night until you finally went to bed

And me and Ryan
Drank Kahlúa
While Bea sat on the side lines
She’s talking to me all night

And you might think that’s bad
But it’s the most fun I’ve ever had
And you might think that’s bad
But atleast I’m not sad so

Bea Aboo
What do I need to do
To get through to you
And
Bea Aboo
I think I’m in love with you
And
Everything you do
And everything you are
And when I play this song
I can’t help but fall apart

So place your space face
Close to me
And try to find another line
And try to rewind time

And place your plasma pistol
To my skull
Oh find your own way
Home

Bea Aboo
What do I need to do
To get through to you
And
Bea Aboo
I think I’m in love with you
And
Everything you do
And everything you are
And when I play this song
I can’t help but fall apart

I wish that I could just
Roll over and die but I can’t
As the preacher sings
Dies Diem Docet

And you’re comatose quoums
And all your dead dog poems
And these fucking commas
And all these fucking apostrophes

So

Bea Aboo
What do I need to do
To get through to you
And
Bea Aboo
I think I’m in love with you
And
Everything you do
And everything you are
And when I play this song
I can’t help but fall

Dostoyevsky in Beckley
Proudhon in Manhattan
And Tolstoy at Southern X-Posure
Kafka in the middle of nowhere

Dostoyevsky in Beckley
Proudhon in Manhattan
And Tolstoy at Southern X-Posure
Kafka in the middle of nowhere

• Experimental
• avant garde
• beckley
• folk-punk
• noise
• Abraham