The Rat from Moths by Dylan Marx

eek there goes the rat
walking along the cabinet
and swallowing oil
and getting fat
and tracking with his pink legs
the dirt im sure
that sundown comes with your eyes closed
you dreaming of hungry clouds
there are none of those here
just expansive blueish skies
and cold grey street signs
and flickering white lights
for beds to be prepared

but you wont be
naked elvis
in the back of the room
but you wont see
naked elvis
in the back of the room

little mary on the headstone
lying with her lambs her bones
and none of that is english
the sound of a leaf
crunching behind you
when no one is there
its every horror movie
youve ever seen
with you when you sleep

• Experimental
• alternative
• electronic
• experimental folk
• los angeles
• neofolk
• California